
{"id":8309,"date":"2014-12-26T09:00:04","date_gmt":"2014-12-26T14:00:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/home\/?p=8309"},"modified":"2015-01-02T13:27:56","modified_gmt":"2015-01-02T18:27:56","slug":"jack-the-crow-all-gone-and-other-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/jack-the-crow-all-gone-and-other-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"Jack the Crow, All Gone, and Other Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3><a href=\"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/crow2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-8684 aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/crow2-580x580.jpg\" alt=\"crow2\" width=\"580\" height=\"580\" srcset=\"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/crow2-580x580.jpg 580w, http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/crow2-150x150.jpg 150w, http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/crow2.jpg 585w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 580px) 100vw, 580px\" \/><\/a><\/h3>\n<h3>Jack the Crow<\/h3>\n<p>My father used to have a talking<br \/>\ncrow named Jack; at least, that\u2019s<br \/>\nwhat he told me.<br \/>\nMaybe that\u2019s why I have an affinity<br \/>\nwith black birds, \u201cThe Raven\u201d being<br \/>\na favorite read.<br \/>\nHe used to tell me many fragments<br \/>\nof evidence about him in his quiet<br \/>\nvoice.\u00a0 How he used to raise chickens,<br \/>\nused to walk to the store,<br \/>\nalways owned a wristwatch.<br \/>\nHe taught me how to fire a gun and tried<br \/>\nto teach me how to change oil, but it<br \/>\nnever stuck.<br \/>\nI dream sometimes about his talking<br \/>\ncrow, perched on our mantle,<br \/>\ntelling me secrets I cannot hear.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3>All Gone<em>\u00a0<\/em><\/h3>\n<p>The faces we knew<br \/>\nwhen we were young have faded.<br \/>\nTheir photographs have curled<br \/>\nat the edges, their features<br \/>\nscratched out by time.<br \/>\nThe old house used to stand,<br \/>\nbut first it was broken into,<br \/>\nlooted by the family,<br \/>\nthen casually burned down.<br \/>\nThey took grandmother away, too,<br \/>\nand she passed from earth<br \/>\nlike three of her nine sons.<br \/>\nMaybe she is greeted now, in some<br \/>\ngreat city, but we not longer see<br \/>\nher in this place.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3>The Journey She Took<em>\u00a0<\/em><\/h3>\n<p>It was long and there was<br \/>\nNo promise.<br \/>\nHer mother died<br \/>\nOn a snowy evening.<br \/>\nIt would evoke images of Frost<br \/>\nIf it weren\u2019t so damn tragic.<br \/>\nSpeaking of tragic, Robert Frost\u2019s<br \/>\nReading voice, though he had<br \/>\nBeautiful words.<br \/>\nShe does not believe in herself,<br \/>\nHer own greatness held as a myth.<br \/>\nYet I know I would give up<br \/>\nAll to just ease her or help her<br \/>\nOr even glimpse her.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3>Interruptus<\/h3>\n<p>The poem begins with<br \/>\nThe best of intentions, but a cable<br \/>\nDrama about zombies is on.<br \/>\nIt was indigo and rising<br \/>\nBeauty and \u2013<br \/>\nThen I had to get some garlic<br \/>\nCloves.\u00a0 The recipe calls.<br \/>\nFinally, I can add to that indigo<br \/>\nA shining visage of \u2013<br \/>\nNever mind, too tired to contemplate,<br \/>\nTrying to read, trying to listen<br \/>\nBut I must shave early in the morning.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. \u00a0His writing has appeared in a number of journal publications, including Eye On Life Magazine, The Commonline Journal, and The Literary Yard.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My father used to have a talking<br \/>\ncrow named Jack; 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