Sometimes my Raven, he'd look me straight in the eyes
he'd look so deep into my soul that I'd just stare in silence
even if I were to open my mouth, he would hush me
we'd sit for what seemed hours some days
eventually he'd fly away
but not before I was calm and I had stopped shaking
and everytime, every single time
I'd be left feeling safe and strong
in the knowledge that he had spoken to my grief
and I?
well I'd know,
that I've carried a crowd in my quiet.
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A somber write that speaks to mood and self reflection. I may be wrong but I read it as calm instead of clam. To me the raven is a calming agent and does not leave until this is accomplished. The line that hit me the hardest was the last one "That I'd carried the crowd in my quiet" this line is very poetic and gets a fave
It was a typo and I'm so very grateful for your note my dear sorrenbarret thank you. πΉ
You are always welcome my friend
a beautiful last line
Thank you dear Norman πΉ
Most welcome, much enjoyed
In my interpretation, I see this as something similar to grief. The raven symbolizes as a lost loved one and the person holding the raven is the dead personβs relative/friend. The raven seems to be looking after the person to soothe them and know that they are okay and in a better place, they are no longer in pain. And when they finally finish grieving, the raven leaves, both able to move on. This is just my personal opinion but nonetheless, great poem :))
Very nice to meet you Novaselic, Raven is my friend, he comforts me through grief and gives me reassurance that it's ok to grieve but we also have to move on and to live, obviously a fictional character I have a whole book. Thank you so much for your visit. πΉ
Oh, Teddy, this moved me. I've long believed that some of the most meaningful connections in our lives happen beyond language. There's a kind of understanding that doesn't need explaining, and I'm grateful you've experienced that. Great addition to your My Raven collection. Much love, my friend. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
You know! Biggest hug my dear Tristan. πΉ π
Powerful work, sweet Teddy. You nailed it.
Thank you dear Thomas, I've had a traumatic year slowly I'm coming back π
Dear, Teddy
An inspiring poem, as if speaking to yourself through an imaginary friend. In the strength of the self you seem to have found succour and acceptance and your inspirational willpower to carry on. May you continue to do so. An excellent passage of poetry. Well done, my friend.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Thank you so much dear Tony, this Raven is very dear to me. Thank you for your lovely words. πΉ
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