You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself to make yourself forget.
– Anna Begins, Counting Crows
…
She gives herself a new
story
………(beginning,
………….middle,
…………………end)
as they murder
by,
ebony apostrophes
owning the sky.
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Between my penchant for Counting Crows and my penchant for writing about them, a search of “crow” on my blog will get you about a squillion of these little black poems. But what a joy to write another one today, to prompt, for toads. Incidentally: in addition to murder, a flock of crows is also called a storytelling. How fantastic is that?
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ooooh…ebony apostrophes…love that.
You had me floored with the title!❤️ Such a breath of fresh air.. your verse 🙂
Ohhh! Prostrated with ecstasy at your final couplet.
You have me wondering if her story is true or make believe. Fun reading and guessing what was between the lines. I too like Counting Crows but I don’t hear them often. More on the Internet than on TV and radio.
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Ebony apostrophes-love it!
Really? A storytelling? I love it!
Those ebony apostrophes owning the sky….how original. I will watch them with new eyes now.
so cool. All of it. k.
I love this!
Such a brilliant image, those black apostrophes.. The whole packs a huge punch.
A storytelling! Who knew? I love this dark snapshot.