Listen to the crows speak
Wondering through poetry
Listen to the crows speak a cacophonous harmony. I love thee I love thee! shapes the landscape. I make the space larger in the eye of my āeā after the fact. Why is that? Space is a curious thing. A daily incantation asking of the monstrous mystery reveal yourself to me! Show your faces. Shadows of trees on stark white houses, geese flying south in February, the shadow of my pen as words flow from its end and its golden reflection dancing with each line written. A curious sense of moving stillness.
This is very beautiful, Faye. I also pay attention to space. And what a great choice of O'Keefe painting. I never saw that one before.
a very interesting poem that seems to say a lot about unspoken things, really curious.