nine black crows
abacussed on a wire
amounting to so much more
than my meager mortal days


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to arithmancy

  1. Wow–crows on a wire=n abacus. Brilliant. Loving it.

  2. janehewey says:

    i have seen this. apparently crows are whirling about in consciousness lately, they come to play in my poem today, too. nice work. short, concise, visual strong.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s