Crow

crows

I am crow.

Crow I see.

Black, my colour for Swan to greet.

I am swan. With Crow I see.

White is my colour, for tears to weep

in a river-weed tangle around my beak.

I am the river. With Swan I hold

secrets, to carry and tell to the sea,

where the song of the deep will know the truth,

seen in the eyes of peacock, blue.

I am peacock, a rainbow frieze

of beauty and love and broken dreams.

With phoenix I walk to the setting sun,

the night will soon be overcome.

I am Phoenix. In flames I tread.

From ashes I rise with a golden egg.

Crow wants to know what I can see.

I am Crow. Crow is me.

2 Comments

  1. This is beautiful….and crisp, like the quick turn of a crow’s neck as it looks down at you.

    …Whatever I perceive in my awareness, I can be sure that there is another awareness perceiving me….

    Thank you!

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    1. Thank you for visiting my blog and your comment on ‘Crow’. The poem has changed shape many times while I tried to get it just right, and of course, it never will be ‘just right’, that would be too static for crow.
      I like your perception of being aware and being observed in awareness. Thank you.

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