Song For My Brother Poem by Carolynn Shaw
Song For My Brother
Follow the ravens who gather
in the weeping willows.
Silent and starving
near the bank. Dusk curls at
your feet. You watch the busy
hands of trees
pointing toward the river, divided
by an island. A dead ash stands
like a bone knife
Plunged into its chest. Black
swans swimming in it's stomach.
You whisper a prayer for the dying.
River bleeds over stone, smoothes
away rough edges. While the
moon perches on edge of some
unseen horizon. You wonder if
stars seek a sense of place. Step
over things as not to invade shadows.
You are certain they know the river
is bleeding. Know that you are the
one story that began out of place.
I like how you start with 'Follow the ravens', pulling the reader right into the poem. Also lines like 'You wonder if/stars seek a sense of place' and 'the one story that began out of place'. Your use of phrases and periods is interesting to me. I wonder when you read aloud how full your stops are? The periods slow the reading down and sometimes almost stop the poem. I would like to have the opportunity to hear you read aloud sometime. I really like this poem.
Flows as energetically and as harrowingly as the bleeding river inside it itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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wonderful, wonderful images...simply beautiful...thanks...