Blueberry, my Blueberry,
She blew away today
Hidden in a tumbleweed
She rolled herself away
I looked and saw the dust storm grow
Watched the trees bend halfway down
Even saw the clouds go by
Faster than crows fly.
All I saw was a dust imprint
Where her blue suitcase had been
And my sweet memory
Of my darling, Blueberry.
Tag: crow
Gray Angel (day 3024)
I am not an angel.
My wings broke,
And the sky laughed
While sun spit pink
Upon both edges
Of the letting horizon,
And just as trees
Bagan to bend
Like wings of a crow
Moving again,
My two feet
So placed
Into thick layers
Of mud, unfolding,
Began to tremble
And quake
Further losing development
Of each gray spot of mind.
Golden Sunrise (day 2973)
Golden sunrise
Crossed my eyes
Spoke to me in a language
I’ve only heard
Amidst the trees.
When my vision
Reached its peak
Audible and tangible
I knew my day
Had just begun.
So as the crow flies
Back and forth
I wobbled through my daily mirth
Stuck inside my sunrise
With soup and spoon
And steeping tea.
Crow (day 2918)
Restless and crow
Through eyes of Black
Long hair and a ruksack
With endless in tune
Trees in the night sky
Bridge by firelight
Morning in song
Murdered and wrong
Trying again to make friends
Crow and eleven
Mind here big step
Forward and lurching.
Murders of Crows (day 2646)
Like alarming scares the crows
My mind has lept into the clouds
Future has been called home
Empty trees lead me home
All colours of the seasons
Through mountains and the rising sun
Passionate about mixing valleys
Take me towards another day
With a long call of each the murder
I am the forest and I’m coming home.
Feeling the Same (day 2482)
The sun has taken to settling out my madness
I couldn’t see the light here for a while
When I looked for each new day
A black crow came by to have a say
When I knew I wouldn’t be seeing you again
There was a memory tuned to another song
It swept like daisies in an open field
Call me when you wash away
Everything we ever tried to say
Then it won’t be so hard to take my straight design
I am ready to work here for my little means
What can I say? I think I’m getting old
Haven’t seen a city wall
Since I hurried on my way
A rush important I still cannot feel the same
She’s Watching There (day 2334)
When the winter darkness
Comes from the deepest hearth
She’s watching there
She’s watching there
She’s in her lair
In the deep North Sea
With daggers hanging
Crows hovering
With spells brewing
She’s watching there
When your soul is calling
And begging for mercy
In ten thousand cold laments
When your hair is matted
And clothes are rumpled
And food is cold
She’s watching there
In the deep North Sea
When winter darkness
And frozen sea spray
Retreats into your heart
She’s watching there
Cold ice Queen
North Sea Queen.
Messages from the Sun (day 2212)
Talking to the antelopes
A golden letter came my way
Two big X’s and dynamite
Striking lines beneath her eyes
I cursed the mother warrior
Who told me I was safe
I knew a trickster when I saw one
Crow shan’t play my fate.
Mourning (day 2159)
Day has carried on into
A field I’ve lost to haze
Rain has washed the sting
From my perfect daze
Yet over by the maple tree
There sits a crow, asleep
Waiting for the water to
Abide, a good day weep.
Revelations (day 2081)
It is ok to shake revelations
Free from every bushel around your neck
The crow shall come and speak again
Distance will call thy name.
But lonely trees, as sentinels,
Guiding your every step
A breath away feels no pain
And resolutions shape your sky.