Counting Crows and November Snows

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.

Reviews

[Francis Orion]

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.

[Kelly Scheppers]

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

[Francis Orion]

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

[Ed Hart]

lost in my thoughts
i almost missed
the crows
crossing the valley

thank you for this poem that returned me to a time of healing...good poetry can do that

[Kelly Scheppers]

I truly appreciate the warmth this review gives me...thank you!

[Clara]

Every line adds to the feelings evoked in this piece.
Definitely one of my favourites!

Thank you for sharing such beautiful poetry with us.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I appreciate that, Clara...thank you!

[Clara]

You're so welcome!

[kmartell]

It is near winter ice is coming, morning crows crows crows. And "there is a void" the years do find us sleeping, so long we wait hearing those birds because "there is a void".

Nice poem.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I loved your insight...thank you!

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

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

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you so much, and welcome! I thought it complimented my words quite well. It's good to get a pat on the back!

[Audrey Murray]

very intriguing poem...could be interpreted many ways like an abstract painting interesting

[Kelly Scheppers]

I'm happy you enjoyed it, thank you!

[Lydia Shutter]

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**

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, my dear friend. How wonderful to see you!

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Using a small of amount of space, but getting so much said through your words!

[Kelly Scheppers]

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

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

You are welcome!

[Patricia Wedel]

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

[Roland Petrov]

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.

[Kelly Scheppers]

You will always be the man with the tulips...how wonderful to see THAT face, Roland...thank you!

[Adam Adams]

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!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Adams...your in depth reviews always leave me with a smile! Yes, this is something emotional that sticks with the month of November...and the snows.