I dreamed I was walking in a dark wood
And saw a raven in a tree ahead.
As I drew near, the raven did not move.
Instead it only watched as I passed by,
Then flew ahead. And following behind
I found it sitting in another tree.
I neared, and it took to flight once more
But stopped as if somehow waiting for me.
Again, it flew on, and again it stopped.
At last it landed on a low rock wall
And waited unafraid as I approached.
Within the wall there was an ancient well.
The raven watched as I peered down inside
And saw the words that I am writing here.
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WOW!!! I like this one!
Thanks. The idea came to me as I was waking from a nap and still half asleep. The notes I made when I got up formed the basic structure of the final poem.
The piece captures the essence of Raven mind.
“Mind of the Raven” by Bernd Heinrich is an interesting book on that subject.
Great poem Tom
Thanks, Jeanne.
I like writing poetry, but because tastes in poetry are so varied, I am more hesitant to post poems than essays.
Well… Honestly… I’m not sure I get this one.
It is a paradox, something like some Borges stories, although I make no claim to his brilliance.