The Crow - poem
by Doris Potter
Title
The Crow - poem
Artist
Doris Potter
Medium
Photograph
Description
THE CROW
I walk along the wind-blown path
With leaves strewn at my feet -
The trees are bent from nature’s wrath
There’s someone I must meet.
And as the thought comes to my mind
A windsong brings a crow
Which ‘lights upon a branch and I’m
To learn what I must know.
“It’s time,” she says, “for you to fly
You’ve been given many a feather.
Try out your wings and touch the sky
You’ve long lost any tether.
Leave all the sorrows of long past days
Rush now, the future’s calling.
All wounds have healed, now turn your gaze
There is no risk of falling.
Remember that it’s me the crow
Who’s helped you find your wings.
I’m there when soft or strong winds blow
No matter what life brings.”
© Doris Potter
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April 25th, 2021
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Karen Adams
Doris, what amazing artistry here by you. The poem speaks to me so deeply. I almost feel that I was supposed to read this today . . . it's kind of right where I am in life. And your beautiful portrait of the crow! It is hard to reveal the detail of such a dark subject, but you did! Brava! . . .f/l/tw
Doris Potter replied:
Thank you Karen. I am touched that it resonates with you and I hope your wings bring you to greater heights and happiness.
Carol Senske
F/L. This is a second visit . . . You wrote a poem ripe with symbolism and married it to the perfect image. I love crows! I love your poems! Had to visit it again:>)
Carol Senske
F/L. WOW! Double shot of delight here - a great picture and an equally great poem! Well, done, dear lady:>)
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