Corvid – 2020 Weekly Challenge #12
“In many traditions, crows are messengers and close attention is paid to their actions.” Robert Moss
Final Caw Alienated in this swampland feel of grey desolation days with splintered signposts, where the undertaker rests atop with beady eyes as the emptiness of the hearse of life rolls on by, waiting for your final caw signalling the final door. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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Man is a self-conscious nothing. ~Julius Bahnsen
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
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📍enthusiasm runs the world
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Korean cooking, restaurants, and delivery foods
poet and author of The Light in the Cave
A place to freely express emotions and ideas.
Home of Democracy Jones
Man is a self-conscious nothing. ~Julius Bahnsen
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Welcome to poetry and poetic imagery
📍enthusiasm runs the world
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Yep.
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Thank you Ana 🙂
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I like this poem very much, Paul. Firstly because it has a raven in it and secondly because “the hearse of life”. It fits my mood.
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My mood too Tracy, this is the dying days – hoping for new life. This came very quickly to mind which means it was ever present.
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Well that’s depressing because it is true. The muse will speak.
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The muse has her way! So agree Tracy.
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Absolutely
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Thank you for that.
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Fits my mood too, Paul! Thank you so much, and be well. Michael
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This poem immediately brought to mind the image of a Victorian funeral procession.
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Yes Liz! So true.
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That very image played a part Liz, it worked, thank you for that 🙂
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Ah, the power of associative language. I love it!
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Yes, wonderful stuff, I too love it 🙂
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🙂
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Ah, many of us in that mood I see, thank you Michael.
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😉 We need summer.A lot of wonderful sunrays. :-))
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Yes we sure do.
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:-))
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Very good read.
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Many thanks 🙂
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Reblogged this on Truth Troubles.
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Thank you so much for sharing it.
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I know times are hard right now, but maybe not think about crows and undertakers?
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It’s a play on humanity watching the death of a type of politics. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors.
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Many thanks for sharing this.
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YES.
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Thank you Rupali, so glad it was clear.
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These are dark times. You capture it well. I’ve heard the crows’ warnings.
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Yes (and i thought you would) we are at a crossroads.
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We most certainly are.
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Thank you Tracy
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Clever use of words
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I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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