This Poem was Submitted By: James C. Horak On Date: 2012-01-15 12:22:45 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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When Crows Come Close

Honest harbinger, though eyes like a hawk, approach                               always announced Satiny blackness, sideways gaze, scrutiny studied but                                     a bit askance Did you derelict some duty to be my Promethian visitor                    something Olympian at my door Warning me of evil, of another's close embrace of harm                                         in store Or steadly my cloak to ride in night the day To show some                           some dawn to an older way

Copyright © January 2012 James C. Horak

Additional Notes:
This is a yearning to return to a past where so many wrong paths had not yet been taken...before the crows all die (metaphorically, euphemistically, allegorically, figuratively...ad infinitum.) JCH


This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2012-02-03 10:12:44
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
JCH, where I live there is an out of control crow population. If there is one thing I have learned it is the brutality, community, and intellect those birds have. You kill one (and I have) and the others mark you for life and mourn the loss- of course this has nothing to do with your verse other than the choice of -harbinger- immediately brought to life for me the clouds of crow that choke the life out of other birds and humans. Curios –Promethean- not so much the –Olympian- but the struggle thrust upon, and the need to overcome. Alone the perils associated with Prometheus are sufficient to fill the metaphor for the entire piece. Always one of my favorite myths. You end the piece –dawn to an older way- which, dispensing of the evil, and I can only assume the good associated, once again the concept of retrospective wisdom assails us for good and for bad- Now the crows; they become aggressive and LOUD as a cloud when things don’t go their way. I guess, knowing what I know of crows- it makes your title ever more an indice of the assessments that life retains. At your door? Olympian, indeed. L10-steadly- -steadily-


This Poem was Critiqued By: Ellen K Lewis On Date: 2012-01-28 16:22:22
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Awe yes, James. The mighty and magnificent crow! It seems that they really do herald in some kind of warning. They leave me feeling a bit wistful, wondering what they know that no man is aware. As always, your gift with words is undeniable. Dont know if that is a typo- through/though..? I like it 'through' ... smiles to you! Ellen
This Poem was Critiqued By: Kimberly D Rowe-Van Allen On Date: 2012-01-20 16:45:45
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.80000
James, Interesting word choices and concept. I liked the work. Did you mean to mispell Promethean as Promethian? Just curious. I liked the imagery of the colors and glance of the crow, the comment about being a Promethean visitor, kindred to the vulture. Thanks so much for sharing. Kim
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2012-01-18 16:02:24
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Nice to see a post from you James, A most enjoyable write with all the exuberance and well penned phrases that I've come to know you for. Never do I leave one of your poems in disappointment. As always, between the lines--perhaps the message is only for the hearer of the crows cry and yet--he is the trickster so perhaps it is a wake-up call, things aren't always what they appear. This I will need to read quite a few more times to take in the breath of your words but in all a very sage write. Best always, Lora
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