The thrust of today's poem, I think, can be summed up in one word: perception.
When the crow's call interrupted whatever I was doing, I found it rather grating ... actually, quite grating. It was like fingernails scratching across a chalkboard.
But after I gave it a bit of thought, it occurred to me that there might be another viewpoint, another way of hearing the crow's call, of seeing it as a means of communication, much as we humans try to communicate thoughts or information to each other.
Perception. It can lead to a better understanding of the world around us, if we'll let it.
Now, the poem:
MATTER OF VIEW
A crow's carping call
comes tumbling in
at my open window,
drowning out songbirds,
grating on my ears.
But to another crow
it's probably as sweet
as a baby's gurgle.
© 1995
(originally published in Capper's)
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Today's word:
gurgle
2 comments:
I don't know, crows drive me up a wall :) I guess I have a beef with them for all the mornings in Maine they were so noisy!
Robert,
Chelle sent me over here to take a look at your blog. I’m glad she sent me. You’ve got some good stuff here. Congratulations on getting picked by our Guest Editor! But what she doesn't know is that I take a peek at your poetry almost every day because I enjoy it so much. Keep up the good work!
Uncle Bill
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