I joy to watch the ragged crow
Who soars betweens the gusts as though
He cares not where, he minds not when
He tacks upon his course again
As so assured and so aware
He glides amongst the autumn there
He cries his lofty, chilled lament
With dark suggestion, free intent
So independent with disdain
He glances back to me again
And off as pointless as he came
Without procedure, without aim
I joy to watch the ragged crow
Without a thought for those below.
Only just found this. Great! To answer Chris' question, it's difficult keeping up with all the blogs, and yes this one should have had more attention
Yes, I must say I get more plesure from mine ;)
Absofuckinlootly no apology needed, your were expressing, always good for me.
Er..this was a 'fag packet' job, they so often are.
I enjoyed the end of your last line, yes, you're bang on there Mr Chris.
Goodness, cheers Chris (I'm actually 'Chris' too, but not Aloud to be atm)
You're conviction and appreciation is..er..appreciated, and I'm sure that we could speculate regarding you observations *winky wink wink*
I welcome you potential amendments, clearly demostrates that you gave it a good going over - which is both rewarding and flattering.
However I don;t actually proof, re-write or revisit (in the main) If I did then I'd probably replace 'who's' with 'those'.
Hell, I think I'ma gonna!
That pic give me the bleedin creeps, nice one.
All the best.
cheers synf, corrected it be, felt something of the pillock when I read that, especially as presented. <grin>
and that you too foxy, I can actually still feel that moment when I re-read, rewarding that you can sense too.
And a joy to read. This ls lovely, Christopher. I do appreciate reading new lyric poetry that uses talented rhyme and metre to express special moments from the 'natural' world around us.
Please check 'distain'; I think you want 'disdain' for 'haughty indifference'. When we say the word most of us put the 't' sound into it, like 'distance', because it's easier.
I like this, and I love crows and rooks and ravens. I think they often look as if they are swooping around up there on a windy day for the joy of simply doing it.
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Christopher Dawson
Thu 28th Jan 2010 19:04
Thank you very much Dave, rather humbling.
Cheers.