Showing posts with label raven. Show all posts
Showing posts with label raven. Show all posts

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Nevermore


About Prometheus,
Not all things combust this way.

The will with wings
plies the sky same as our rows are sown, 
the bird does not always
Fall for it,
and never sweats it. 

The Raven, not Michael nor Quoth
Wingnut, whose pine cabin home was hewn
down in front of mine-by a giant crane

now moves from Ficus to Loquat to Mexican Fan
Palm and gets around others-his heritage gone-
Well, I watch him still,
He plants trees in the front yard.

I watched him with his will 
balanced at 2 o’clock rest,
Perched fifty feet up high 
toward the end of a silver branch

when he notices me
watching Him.

He cocks his head, his eyes drop 
to tiny me,
He lifts his left leg dramatically, 
talon spread wide and up,
his eyes fixed toward me,

Sure he was about to pivot
to change 
the view-
Instead
He fell,
He tucked his wings to his sides and plummeted,
He fell.
My heart rattled,
Hart Crane.

And just when I could no longer see him, 
he rose.
Wings wide, he climbed with his will,
promptly doing a flyby down 
the empty driveway.

About intentions, 
Prometheus knows nothing of arson

He can only carry on
hot air to rise-
besides, 
Legends live too long, 
Atlas lifted all but his eyes,
too busy with the world and all
Fire and Friction.

Meanwhile, I am learning 
to lean on the wind,
like the crane floating offshore
feeling 
this is not falling.


Artwork By Kawanabe Kyōsai (Artlino archive) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Cockcrow of the crows and a cockatoo


There are city dwelling birds
that are not your common stool pigeons.

The ravens occupy the east
side of the tracks.

The gulls guard the windy west.

On garbage day they all rise early
not for worms in the green box holes-
they know the small fries
are at the bottom of paper bags.

We had a murder
before our pine tree was felled
from illness. Yet, like serial flyers,
they moved to another pine,
preferring needles and sap
to the plethora of palms;
mexican fan, kintia, canary, 
the King and Queen and the Phoenix.

The ravens also get dates,
taking them out to 
happening intersections
and drop them so they 
get cracked by cars,
rolling through
while the fair gulls glide along
bellies filled with stale soft bread-
And I remember good old Fred.
Taken in and taught by those
crows
how to
blend in seamlessly-though he's a cockatoo.

They fly as one flock
rise and cockcrow,
the gulls sneer and squawk.
The city birds are not blind
deaf or dumb, 
winged with wayward choice
The murder
doesn't mind
one more white bird
or a cock or two. 




Image By Liftarn (Traced from Image:Odin's ravens right.PNG) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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