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Click hereSnow falls quiet on the empty street
Beneath gray skies with no hint of sun.
Valentine’s Day
And one crow alone on a telephone wire.
An artificial day and of no importance,
Commercialized, trivialized and often ignored.
No doubt that’s why the box is empty.
The crow caws once and flies away.
And yet remember that through the skein of wires above your head
Calls go back and forth looking for friendly ears.
Notes are written, torn up and begun again.
Words clot in pens. Eyes search the snowy streets,
looking for you. Always
Looking for you.
Wonderful imagery, so raw, especially the telephone wires- not just how they look, but what they're doing, and what that means to the poet. An original thought, vividly communicated to the reader. This poem is a quick, yet complex, snapshot of emotion- difficult to do with melancholy.
Okay, now that the technical analysis is out of the way, I just have to rave, and tell you how moving I found this poem to be. It's going to stick with me for a very long time.
some well placed images. The lone crow haunting a seemingly endless search. Well done...
jim :)
Your first stanza, full of the conventional phrases of imagery leads nicely into the explanation of their existence in the middle lines. The third strophe, which could stand alone, breaks free of clich? and shows the freshness of the snow, the day, your thought. :rose:
It takes a very good poet to mold hackneyed imagery to his own purpose and make it work. >?(((><