two preening crows
shed the sudden downpour
from their blackness
caws shed light on disgust
which draws attention
to a single gull's delight
as perched just
one line higher
the triangle
white
black black
against a fast moving cloud
suggests
Poe and Plath
a delightful horror
not at midnight
but at dawn.
Brilliant! When single white shines because there's double black.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading this poem. The use of metaphors as well as the over all structure of the is delightful. Funny that you should mention Plath. Just yesterday, I wrote a poem as a tribute to her. You can read it on my blog. Again, wonderful piece of writing.
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I fricken love this poem. Visually. Yes, yes! Black and white photography. Shadows off to the side. And then BANG, Poe and Plath.
ReplyDeleteI just saw them, you know, one sitting on the fence, face off to the side. Must have been Plath. And then a little menacing in the wires, Poe. I said, well, hey there you two, and I turned toward the back of the house. I was a little afraid, you know.
Awesome poem, Robert. This one stands awfully firm!
xo
erin
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white
black black
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