Crow Association

Dark Crows

Crow Association

(Septets)

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I heard a crow caw once,

Then twice again.

A grating sound that seems to bounce

As it echoed through the glen.

A somber sound,

Of which I’ve found

Reminded me of troubled times back then.

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A time when passion’s race was free

To fly unfettered when

The moment struck and danced so merrily.

Back before it began,

Malicious madness,

Sickly sadness,

As birds became unknowing talismen.

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For what but evil conspired to take away

The passion we once had to sow

When cruelly lost one fateful day T

hat started with the calling of a crow.

Awakening to find

Recesses of her mind

Were twisted into someone I didn’t know.

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It’s hard to know what’s locked inside the brain

Invisible until the symptoms show.

Lucidity too difficult to obtain,

Typical reactions become slow,

A poignant pain,

A harsh refrain,

Began the day I heard the calling of the crow.

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Author Notes Just a fictional Poem. I was sitting having my coffee this morning, when I heard a crow caw. Well, off my Muse went. From whence this came, I know not. But I hope you enjoy it.
A septet is a poem with seven lines of any style, form, or meter.
For this one I chose a rhyme scheme of: ababccb.

There is a variable meter.


The author took this photograph, them modified it with framing.

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