To wisdom that suggests this verse I may write,
Over and over, I heard, as crows, sang my name
I witness their presence assist the ocean’s might
While musing, on their stories, decades of fame.
Believe woe is ephemeral but then everything is
When our souls have learned love’s pang to bear
Can not think of a thought not wrapped with his
Oh, even more, when a murder of crows, appear.
With arms, outstretched, fear I am, barely afloat
While death, above impatient, to mount and ride
The crows, they observe me as I moored my boat
Beseech so as to why, my verse is barren of pride.
The waves, beryl and billowing, soon die away
As feverish dreams that bloom, wilt and decay
Photo credits:Β Pinterest
Form: Shakespearean Sonnet
The crow inspiration led you to write a lovely poem.
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Lovely!!
Thank you!β€οΈ
Very beautiful writing, as always, Sanaa.
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As is often the case you write with a romantic’s pen and though there is darker element at play even when the prompt is crow the romantic lurks.
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A sonnet of crows. I love it!
Oooo. I wonder which bird group we can assign the word “sonnet” to? π
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(Oooh now you have me wondering that too! π )
A stunning poem, with depth alongside the dark romanticism. All wonderful as a whole; and the phrase, ‘The waves, beryl and billowing’ particularly delighted me.
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Such a nice poem, Sanaa. The ending is darker than the poem, all seems lost.
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Thanks, Sunny.
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Absolutely adored this piece. Especially as I had mused over crows on the beach this last week*not something I had witnessed before* XXX
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verse barren of pride… that bears some pondering!
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I don’t think it’s just the picture that makes me think of the Pre-Raphaelites – it’s the sonnet form and the language as well, something solemn and mysterious about it.
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A beautifully deep poem Sanaa – it feels very guided by the wisdom of the crows ? xxx
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The murder of crows at work here too. They took your dreams away. How sad! They’re always chattering, but never for good. Well said!
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Such a beautiful sonnet, rich in imagery and story-telling, with many memorable lines.
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I liked this description: “woe is ephemeral”
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Wow, moody and complex, just like she is.
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Really enjoyed this, especially the lines “Believe woe is ephemeral but then everything is
When our souls have learned loveβs pang to bear.”
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Especially liked the description of the waves. Nice imagery.
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A lovely sonnet Sanaa ~
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