Sharing with the Crow

The feather gliding on the parchment 
Tracing lines of ink as black as the Crow;
Writing letters and words,
Sharing memories and ideas.

A couple stops then starts again, 
Tracing new words and new ideas;
Sharing each thoughts with the Black Crow.

So much to say, so little Time,
Not enough space, not enough ink;
Endless inspiration, like a Crow never landing.

But why write? 
No one listens.
Like the croak of the Lonely Crow;
A cry for help never answered.

The time is up, it has to end, 
For the first time the Black Crow lands;
But still so much to be shared with this Black friend.

 

Reviews

[TheMalady]

Hi! Quite a deep and dark piece of poem. So much to share, however, it seems words cannot be fully comprehend by others and two people with mutual understanding can fully perceive one another, though Time for them is not generous to offer enough moments between the two.

Do tell me if I'm messing this up? Haha, I rather find this poem truly deep and thought-provoking. Nice poem! Keep writing! :)

[Lola Nad]

Hahaha you're not messing it up at all don't worry X) and thanks a lot!! ^_^

[TheMalady]

Aw... Haha, your words are quite deep. Great poem! You're very welcome! :)