BIRD CALLS
BIRD CALLS
William Lennertz
Crow’s black feet
click nails across the floor
the sound exactly like
hot water pipes in old walls.
Feathered night hops so light
spread wings would take it aloft
but black-marbled eyes
hold it earth bound.
Sister, it whispers
in your dreams, says
you want for night w/o stars.
Blackbirds in cattails
little pieces of the void
absorb blue sky
reflect no water
no current, no sun
earthbound, even in flight
red chevron-winged lusts
with marble-black bodies.
One whispers in my revery
says I want for red joys bright as stars.
Starling—flecked in nebulae—
is the space between stars
sits on patio chairs
hops beneath tables
where lovers eat outside bistros.
It flaps aloft, speaks of brown earth
weaves words like bodies entwined
whispers constellations for our black nights.
©2012 This work is the property of the author.
Posted on December 10, 2012, in POETRY, William Lennertz and tagged BIRD CALLS, Poems, poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
Misfits' Miscellany 
MM welcomes William Lennertz with two excellent poems. I like his use of imagery; a hint of Poe, but updated for a contemporary consciousness.
A Gothic spacey back lit poem with scenes out of sight, forms William’s mystique and magical Poe styled poem, a verbal diorama and drama of any earth day not bound to a starry night.
I dig any poem with a crow in it! “feathered night hops so light”–awesome!