Like a crow without wings,
I fall toward syllables
exploring the dark
searching for light
recording caws climbing up from cracks in my soul.
Brenda Warren 2016
The first line of this poem is adapted from a line in Linda Hogan’s poem “Skin.” Her line is “like crows without wings.” For our final poem of April, Elizabeth suggested that we write a piece to anchor our work this month.
A big thank you to Elizabeth, whose suggestions have driven and inspired a large number of my poems this month. She created the badge below to honor our achievement… 30 poems in 30 days! Caw! Caw! Caw!
undercaws 
I like this, Brenda — it’s you! And you did a great job in pulling together your anchor piece. I went a different direction with my initial response to prompt 30…and decided to stick with it rather than taking a better stab at following the prompt. So I’m finally back ’round reading the Day 30 pieces! It was a pleasure to share the month of April with you over at 1Sojournal. ~Paula
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Falling towards syllables – what a marvellous line and image – congratulations and a caw of an end to the challenge – caw caw caw!
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I’m cawing right back at you, lol. Love your anchor piece. Do you realize that’s the comment you made on my first piece this past month. Love those circles of completion. I wonder if you know how very much light shines through those cracks in your soul. You earned and created some great poetry Brenda, Brava!
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com
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