A Silhouette of Crows - an Imayo

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 Tanka Tuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge: Specific Form 

"This week's challenge is to write an Imayo poem.  Your subject must be about a bird!  I can be any type of bird."  (edit: an Imayo is four lines, and I realize my error.  I have no idea why I only wrote three!)

©Lisa Smith Nelson

The crows in silhouette watch, silent as one crow

their quiet disconcerts me, the un-crow-like calm

gnarled toes clasp gnarled winter limbs, beneath dove grey skies


                                                             ©2023 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved


©Lisa Smith Nelson



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Comments

  1. SelmaJuly 19, 2023 at 5:59 AM

    That "un-crow-like calm" is good foreboding. Well done. Thanks.

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    1. LisaJuly 19, 2023 at 11:35 AM

      It was a very strange feeling seeing all those crows being so quiet! It was strange to see so many to begin with, and the ones I usually see in my yard are very noisy!

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  2. AJJuly 19, 2023 at 12:05 PM

    A lovely verse 💕

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  3. HJJuly 20, 2023 at 6:52 AM

    Eerie and mysterious! Love it. 🖤

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    1. LisaJuly 25, 2023 at 8:39 PM

      I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for your kind words.

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  4. Colleen ChesebroJuly 20, 2023 at 9:41 AM

    Lisa, this is excellent. I like the mythology and symbolism of crows. It's definitely an eerie feeling when a murder of crows is silent.

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    1. LisaJuly 25, 2023 at 8:37 PM

      Thank you. Crows are my favorite. I have a few that always hang around in the cedars, but this was the only time I've ever seen so many just hanging around, waiting.

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  5. Yvette M CalleiroJuly 23, 2023 at 5:33 AM

    Excellent poem, Lisa! Very creepy... I loved it!

    Yvette M Calleiro :-)
    http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com

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    1. LisaJuly 25, 2023 at 8:38 PM

      Thank you! It was creepy to see them, and they hung around a long time.

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