I like how you describe that poem more than the poem itself. You see things I don’t, and the things you see have deep meanings – deeper perhaps than the poet intended.
You see birds symbolizing change. The young leave the old and neither knows the impact of the parting. Shockingly this lack of comprehension is of no consequence because there is love in the leaving.
Even after reading the poem several times, I see crows. I am not sure you are right, but I know you are not wrong.
I would like to see that poem as you see it. But whenever I see you and me in a mirror, I am reminded: you have poor eyesight and a temperament that is too tender. They are your most egregious shortcomings, and I have benefitted from both. Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief
Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry 
I will gush a bit. This piece grabs me immediately. I spend much time trying to figure out what the hell poems mean and intend, and how to talk about them in some useful and personal way. I try to avoid reading “professional” interpretations of poetry for the most part. If they’re interesting at all, they get ahead of the poem, which is what you imply at the outset. “Even after reading the poem several times / I see crows.” (!) You take your piece into twisty terrain in a fascinating way, which is the essence of poetry, I think. I sense signature irony, even humor, there, on top of lyricism, perhaps tenderness mingled with the unascertainable. Complexity packed into few words. They moved me, and that happens with worrisome infrequency with verse that I read.
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Thanks very much, JMN. I really appreciate your kind feedback.
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Such a kind and tender poem.
Gwen.
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Thanks very much, Gwen.
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So much love in these words. ❤
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Thanks very much, Liz.
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Poets write in their own point of view sometimes out of our thinking 🙏 beautiful poem!
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Thanks very much, Priti.
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☺️🙏
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I usually just see the crows but today I caught a glimpse of the love.
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Haha. Thanks, Geoff.
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It is clear you have no poetic soul:
“For men may come and men may go,
But crows go on for ever.”
I rest my case.
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Nicely done, Josie.
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Love your blogs. Really love them, appreciate them and admire them.
Gwen.
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Thanks, Gwen. I thoroughly enjoy yours as well.
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