Why so silent brother crow?
The winter isn’t cold, it’s not too dark
and from roadkill, you’ve grown fat.
Why don’t you caw with joy, my friend?
Your gaze is wiser, worn as snow
as frozen tears or dying windows stark,
but why so hushed as not even cats
can stir you with the fear of death, an end?
Is it darkness dusk, this lack of glow
that choked your voice and quelled your spark
that dulled the gold of life to matte.
Dear crow, rejoice, be glad we’ll mend
cause buds will burst from boughs
the air will swell with songs of cheerful larks.
This gloom will be our verdant habitat
Oh crow, come caw for me, pretend.
Robert Zakanitch
Linked to Saana’s prompt at dVerse where we write french poetry for instance writing Rimas Dissolutas.
January 4, 2021
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Love this especially; “Is it darkness dusk, this lack of glow that choked your voice and quelled your spark that dulled the gold of life to matte,”.. 😀 the rhymes here work together so well! Exquisitely drawn, Bjorn. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💝💝
I love the story here Bjorn, especially love the line your gaze is wiser, worn as snow. Beautiful!
This silent crow is rather ominous…and the idea of ‘pretending’ everything’s ok is chilling!
Begging for a forced or pretended crowcaw… desperate closer, BR. Awesome work indeed.
So original, I enjoyed the wordplay and especially this description “that dulled the gold of life to matte.” Great write!
I can pretend, like the crow. Love this one Bjorn, specially the 3rd stanza. I look forward to the time when: the air will swell with songs of cheerful larks.
Excellently dark, yet bursting with the promise of colors shaded beyond my vision. As always, deliciously done.
I am totally in awe of this poem Bjorn! Articulately descriptive as it drew me in.
A great ode to the Crow. Well done on the prompt form.
Lovely storytelling, Björn and I love the full and empty imagery you use to tell a story of a crow that is so like many people I know this time of year.
I too chose a bird. But it’s summer here so a different aspect.
a crow pretending eveything is ok gives e the chills. great poem
Björn, this flows so smoothly that the form seems natural. I love this piece.
❤
David
I love this plea to the crow, and the way the poem flows.
I love this❣️🙏
Is it darkness dusk, this lack of glow
that choked your voice and quelled your spark
that dulled the gold of life to matte.
I love these lines. So atmospheric ☺️💕
Wonderfully executed poem, I wonder about the crows when they are silent. I find it to be a warning of sorts. I guess, they just want to pretend things are okay but, we all know things are not okay. sigh.. but, buds will burst come spring and then there is always hope.
Incredibly written, Bjorn!
The crow is the perfect subject for this tale of the changing seasons. Excellent application of the form as well.
Really like the voice in this very much. Lovely cadence and rhythm too, giving such flow to the narrative….and that last line, that most simplest of lines, casually attached on the end there….well, it is just so powerful and heavy I would not dare lift it…
i like the feeling in this of rebirth and renewal, which is so aptly shadowed by the beak opening. Winter isn’t a good time to be a bird, but the crow endures, one feels.Great take on the form.
That last line…the entreaty…is heart-wrenching. I love this, Björn.
“Your gaze is wiser, worn as snow
as frozen tears or dying windows stark . . .”
Love these two lines! The ending is hopeful, the poem wonderful.