A crow stood at the edge of a road.
It gazed at its own shadow. Asked
which direction it should go.
Should it attempt to cross the road?
Fly east, north or south, maybe.
Or what about west?
The shadow did its best to advise
but the more it tried, the more
inaudible its reply.
The crow and the shadow became
friends, so it decided not to go at all.
Decided there were worst places to be.
After a while, the shadow appeared vague,
as if in two minds whether or not to stay.
The crow caw-cawed – a touch perturbed.
Soon, darkness fell – the road grew black
and the night swallowed them, whole.

Comments
Bradene | November 11, 2008 - 13:34
A multi faceted read for me with a touch of fear a touch of sadness, very atmospheric Tina. Val x
lisah | November 11, 2008 - 14:30
Hi Tina,
This is great. I've not been getting or reading poetry for a while. I guess because I've been concentrating so much on my prose. But this really spoke to me. Seems there's a hidden moral in there.
Lisa
Silver Spun Sand | November 11, 2008 - 15:01
Do you know, Val - I read this poem yesterday to hubby and he said almost exactly the same thing. Great minds obviously think alike.
Tina xx
jennifer | November 11, 2008 - 15:44
Haunting. Not sure what to make of it.
I think you need to rethink some of the punctuation:
'The shadow did its best to advise
but the more it tried, the more
inaudible its reply.' (comma after tried)
And you don't need one between 'crow' and 'caw-cawed'
A budding Aesop!
Silver Spun Sand | November 11, 2008 - 15:51
Jennifer - did anyone tell you you're a star! Anyway, I am now:-) Thank you for your words of wisdom and have duly edited.
Much appreciate your interest and help. Thank you again.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | November 11, 2008 - 15:52
Lisa - Hi! I have missed you lately and it so good to hear from you. I must start reading some of your wonderful prose.
I'm really glad you enjoyed this one and yes, I really do think you're right about the hidden moral;-)
Tina:-)x
jennifer | November 11, 2008 - 17:03
Just a punctuation nazi, it seems! Sorry! x
artisus | November 11, 2008 - 19:12
A crow stood at the edge of a road.
It gazed at its own shadow. Asked
which direction it should go.
Should it attempt to cross the road?
Fly east, north or south, maybe.
Or what about west?
My suggestion is the use of the indefinite article in the introductory line of your very, VERY good and deep poem.
Nic
x
Silver Spun Sand | November 11, 2008 - 19:31
Nic - you're a star too. I agree, wholeheartedly and am off to edit.
Thanks for reading and caring.
Tina x
littleditty | November 11, 2008 - 21:08
the last two lines are fabulous - comma, whole. brilliant - a great tale Tina, and one which leaves room for thinking, good things.
Now is it 'were worst'?? I am having one of those i dont know days with words -so it is a question - could you please tell me the answer because i may start obsessing??!! :)) great poem Tina, thanks for the read x:))
Silver Spun Sand | November 11, 2008 - 21:51
Hi there, ld. Don't start asking me grammar thingamijigs at this time of night. Verb conjugation. Now there's a thought. And as for you having 'one of those days with words' ... impossible!! Unless you mean, of course, writing more of that ld, unmistakable brand of poetry.
Glad you enjoyed:-)
Tina x
Nathan Bednarek | November 11, 2008 - 23:10
The most appealing thing about this poem is that it seems so ordinary and yet it's filled with fantasy from some dark and surreal world. The imagery is brilliant and the poem flows really well. This is great work. Well done.
Nathan x
Silver Spun Sand | November 12, 2008 - 11:34
Thank you for reading, Nathan. I'm glad that it had the desired effect:-)
Tina x
MistakenMagic | November 13, 2008 - 18:16
A deep and poignant poem Tina, I adored these lines;
'The shadow did its best to advise
but the more it tried, the more
inaudible its reply.'
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | November 13, 2008 - 19:29
Magic - thank you for reading. I really enjoyed writing this poem I must admit and could really see all this going on in my head. We have a family of crows who live in our garden. They are really such timid birds which is quite surprising considering their size.
Tina xxx
Nathan Bednarek | November 13, 2008 - 22:44
I keep coming back to this poem. Again, so good.
Silver Spun Sand | November 13, 2008 - 22:56
Well thank you, Nathan. I take that as a great compliment:-)
Tina
Richard L. Prov... | November 16, 2008 - 02:20
I liked this poem. It's easy to imagine the crow, a thinker, pondering the next move. They are incredible feathered friends to all, in spite of their caw-caw. Good work. RLP
Silver Spun Sand | November 16, 2008 - 21:46
Well thank you, Richard. Your kind and thoughtful comments more than appreciated. Crows sure are thinkers and surprisingly timid for their size.
Tina:-)