The Crow

 

Original DDE™ art: “ume ni karasu (Crow in Plum Tree)” — by: rob kistner ©4/16/26

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a thought arrives

sideways

or maybe
it never left

just waited

….

there
in the seam
of the window

wind
finding its way
again

coffee cools

forgotten

remembered

forgotten

….

but once
I trusted
straight lines

maps

edges
that held

….

now

feather

ash

memory

passing through
passing through

my hands

….

a crow

lands—

or something like it—

we pause

together

brief

shared

gone

….

there was a street

once

I can’t return

no map

no path

only

the feeling

still there

precise

like breath
held

too long

….

why
do certain moments

stay

stay

no answer

just this

….

the day
continuing

indifferent

generous

unfinished

….

and me

carried

or following

carried

or following

not knowing

not needing
to know….

not needing

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Original DDE™ art: ”karasu (Crow)” by: rob kistner © 4/16/26

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rob kistner © 4/16/26

Poetry at: dVerse

Joni pulled together some fucking primo players on this one…

 

…my gift to you below — the entirety of that landmark concert.

22 thoughts on “The Crow”

  1. I love the formatting of the lines, like being swayed by the wind back and forth. I like the idea of being carried away to unknown places.

  2. This poem has such great shape and structure, Rob, which reflect the words and meaning well, the repetition and stream of consciousness, especially in the opening word and the lines:
    ‘but once
    I trusted
    straight lines
    maps
    edges
    that held’
    and
    ‘feather
    ash
    memory
    passing through
    passing through’.

  3. Great poem, I felt like a crow being taken along with you on your journey of brush stroke/words. Like you mention above almost like the wind moving through the page. And that last stanza, kaboom!!

    “and me

    carried

    or following

    carried

    or following

    not knowing

    not needing
    to know….

    not needing”

    Perfectly said!

    1. Thank you Rosemary… 🙂 this piece was not difficult for me to write, it is essentially the way my mind works, when I relax, and cease to hold discipline. It got me in trouble from a young age, speaking out in class. Every thought I have, triggers a different, but logically spawned branched thought. Took me a long time to get my mind to quiet and move linearly. I now can control it, but when I choose not to, it can be the mad hatters tea party. It sparks my creativity.

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