Salted Maybe there are choices to be made the cawing crow doesn't seem conflicted undisturbed by harbingers of the future I will roll up the hill drift out to sea taste the salt on my tongue a seasoning to keep me for tomorrow ©AndrewJamesMurray #workinprogress
City Jackdaw
Notes on a life
City Jackdaw 
Love it! What inspired it, Andy?
Are you still working on another poetry collection?
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Just sitting outside, thinking about what we’re doing tomorrow, hearing that crow call and thinking how birds and other creatures don’t live beyond the present moment.
I immediately wrote these lines, thinking it the beginning of a longer poem. Or leaving it as it is-a short poem. What do you think?
Yes, I’m still building a collection of finished and half finished poems to turn to once my novel is completed. Some exist only as a few lines, but the core is there to build upon.
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Leave it as a ‘short poem’…it has the power of suggestion, as well as the beauty of thought….
Much to ponder – I feel it is so appropriate to our lives – in a wide world sort of way as well as in an individual way (the mark of great poetic communication).
And an unusual effect: I actually feel a craving for something ‘salted’ so it aids in my personal immersion into the poem.
peace
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A short poem it shall remain then. Thank you for the insight. Hope you assuaged your craving 🙂
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So true, Laura.
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I like this very much! X
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Thank you my fellow poet.
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