Caw! Caw!

I write well,
a decent poet
who could be
magnificent with
passionate devotion

true also of
the teak sitar
leaning against the
corner chair
and the even
more sublime
teak surbahar
standing silent
against the wall

yes, magnificence
awaiting my
passionate devotion,
to include
the ocean
of handcrafted flutes
now collecting dust
two high end

Surrounded by
while I float,
accomplished at
save imagining
unable to choose
a final legacy,
the special
to define me
in a world that
doesn’t know I
a wayward
shiny things
for no

the dead
don’t give it
a thought

Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

10 thoughts on “Caw! Caw!”

  1. “the dead/ don’t give it/ a thought” – omgoodness, exquisite last stanza for this.
    I don’t see fiction in the talents touched upon in the poem; you write prose So Well, too; I hope your book and sequels are finished and underway (just saying’!), amongst all the other possibilities. Fortunately, you’re not dead yet ; )

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    1. Thank you! I honestly don’t know what prose is. Seriously! Is that what I write? I only know a few poetry forms – haiku, limerick, tanka, senryu. I call what I write “free verse,” but I don’t really know if that’s what it is. Haha! Such a sad case! I haven’t touched the book in ages. I wrote myself into a dead end. I’ve decided to become a famous poet, instead, and yes, fortunately, not dead yet 😉


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