Circumstance

I think I pulled a muscle in my neck nodding "yes yes yes" as I read these.

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In a time of floods,
the sound of rain is shrill
and bitter music,
like the cawing of crows
triangulating their prey.
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Thank you, Matt.
Thank you, Ray.

***I laughed out loud at "we seem to be designed to suffer." How sick is that?

Enjoyed the three poems. "Water Music" resonates with me particularly.

Our beautiful planet. Merciless.*

Thank you, Nonnie.
Thank you, Erika.
Thank you, Tim.

Fine work. I especially like the last one, which could and should be set to music.
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(Can you add two lines to the first three lines of "Water Music" the two parts are fully parallel? Try for a rhyme with "prey.")

Thank you, Bill.

Yes, what Nonnie said!

Thank you, Kitty.

*, Gary. "Water Music" does it for me. You always write well...and intelligently.

Good set. Especially like Without Regard.

Thank you, David.
Thank you, Sam.

Seemingly effortless connection, but not. Not at all. Anything including corvids has to have some cunning.

Thank you, Dianne.

Quite fine, all.

p.s. Although I was somewhat partial to the first poem, the second and third speak a great deal of truth as well
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Pull

a muscle, twist a nerve- we seem
to be designed to suffer.

Systems do what systems do,
without regard for you.

Thank you, David.
Thank you, Ray.

Maybe the title should be circumstances with an 's'? But they sing and truth-tell in your inimitable way, Gary.

Thank you, Darryl.