Dusk is falling.
I hear
In the autumn of my year
Crows calling
And the chatter of the magpie
As I
Ponder on days of yore.
The caw
Of this dark bird
Was no
Doubt heard
Long ago
By those who walked this self-same track.
The evening is chill
But I will
Not turn back
For melancholy is a precious part
Of the human heart,
And those who forever laugh
Do not comprehend
That every path
Must reach its end.
—
I hear children playing in a garden close to the park.
‘Tis a happy sound after the cawing of the crows.
Who knows
Perhaps matters
Are not so stark
For not all dreams shatter
And something of what is precious may survive.
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I love this, Kevin. It is so atmospheric. I’m sorry I haven’t commented for such a long time as I’ve been poorly since the beginning of this year, but I’m on the mend now.
Off to read this poem again – it deserves multiple reads!
Thank you so much for your kind words. I’m pleased you like “Crows at Dusk”. I’m sorry that you have been unwell, but I’m glad to hear that you are on the mend. Take care of yourself. All the best – Kevin
An enjoyable poem
Thank you, Robbie. Best – Kevin
Life is filled with ups and downs and though we will all face our end don’t let our dreams shatter and die before the end approaches. There’s no time like the present to actively work towards achieving our happiness.
Many thanks for your comment and liking my poem. I agree with you as regards one’s own life. However the poem is also about the state of things/the world as I perceive it, rather than wholly focused on my own inner thought processes although, of course one’s state of mind at the time that a poem is composed influences how the work will be perceived. Kind regards – Kevin
Very true, I like to say it’s amazing how each person percieves a poem a little different with their own unique takeaway. 🙂
Thanks. As you say, its interesting how different readers perceive the same poem in diverse ways. All the best – Kevin Virus-free. http://www.avast.com