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Counting Crows and November Snows

Counting Crows and November Snows

A Poem by Kelly Scheppers

Counting Crows and November Snows

 

 

There is a void

that punctuates my tears

 

A parade of years

are all that is left me,

 

to counting crows

and November snows.





© 2017 Kelly Scheppers



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This made me think of a couple that had spent so many years together and have it abruptly ended. It reminded me of my grandfather after my grandmother passed. He lived on for a several years, but was never the same. This is well use of a small amount of words. Nice job.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Kelly Scheppers

2 Years Ago

I am thankful it conjured up such vivid memories for you, Francis...thank you!
Francis Orion

2 Years Ago

No thank you. It was an important time in my life, that is good to be reminded about from time to ti.. read more



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Oh this is a sad piece. I love the picture it really becomes part of the writing. lovely.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Kelly Scheppers

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much, and welcome! I thought it complimented my words quite well. It's good to get a .. read more
very intriguing poem...could be interpreted many ways like an abstract painting interesting

Posted 2 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Years Ago

I'm happy you enjoyed it, thank you!
The emotional pain and the overwhelming regret in your words is stunning. When someone is gone, the void can not be filled. Certain times of year remind us. Lydi**

Posted 2 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Years Ago

Thank you, my dear friend. How wonderful to see you!
Using a small of amount of space, but getting so much said through your words!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Years Ago

I've discovered I can best express myself with a brevity of words...thank you so much, Josie!
Josie E. Cook M. A.

2 Years Ago

You are welcome!
dear Kelly, "quote the raven Nevermore"...
some of us do count the ravens and wait for
the winter snows... but perhaps in our own unique way
of remembering the gifts of yesterday...
truly an extraordinary piece of poetry...
truly, Pat


Posted 2 Years Ago


Yep, you've done it again! Your poems are really just punctuation for those glorious titles you come up with. Together with the illustration, this one's another gem.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Years Ago

You will always be the man with the tulips...how wonderful to see THAT face, Roland...thank you!
Voids of your kaleidoscopic eyes and the album of your linen spirit grieve for what your capricious lead you to get divined with.. and for what. Ye - the heart's capricious, has no direction not even a separate way to get beaten, it certainly beats along love-edges and gets numbed to reach the hummed "extremes" of love. However, the poor - the naive so caring lace of unclothed spirit seems to be left behind 'neath the wrinkles of darkling skies when it comes to know, the love that once it loved to the fullest's became a cause to leading even the whole diary of life to "Counting Crows and November Snowy Snows." And, exactly, happened to your bare unbare spirit. Love brought you the sweeten cakes of lies though "sour" cups of unforgotten memories... that further led you to get knelt down... sat down to your very knees... for letting love or memories stream down to the meanderings of your "olden relationships" ... in a void of emptiness- in a search of love... that once you were bewitched with.

"White pearls, the brown drapes go fallen down under the raged enraged flames - the shine of radiant sun & the stars go hidden behind the veil of dark clouds having you so lost in the memoirs of November Snows."

Very heartfelt poetry you've come up with. Seemed, you have some of your own hidden secrets or, may be, some kinda "very emotional" and heartfelt memories stuck with "November Snow". Always anew read to your read I find to be read! Nice imagery!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Years Ago

Thank you, Adams...your in depth reviews always leave me with a smile! Yes, this is something emoti.. read more
Sometimes pain by loss of a loved one or indeed - love, diminishes the logical but remaining void. Space can hurt, tis the absolute opposite of proximity - the day.to.day touch, the almost blink of air as two people pass, etc. Your words are the sum total of what's left: an near meaningless counting of time and dark shapes ahead.. alone. Sighingly magnificent in its brevity.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Years Ago

Your words are such a comfort, Emma...and so beautifully said. Thank you so much!
Beautiful said, Kelly, November is a dull month, dull season time, love the spring and summer more. Well done. :) Rudi

Posted 2 Years Ago


Kelly Scheppers

2 Years Ago

November is the month of our Thanksgiving holiday here in the states. Do you celebrate anything lik.. read more
Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

2 Years Ago

No, we don't, but I'll suggest it (LOL). We always can use another holiday. Without kidding, I think.. read more

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Added on October 11, 2015
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Kelly Scheppers
Kelly Scheppers

San Diego, CA



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