New dVerse Poets prompt from Grace to write a Ballata which is this … (if I have it right, but know, me getting shit right can often be a big “if” by the way)
The first stanza has five lines with a repeat of the opening line in line five and a rhyme pattern of AbbaA, followed by four line stanzas with a rhyme pattern if bbaA, the capital A being the continually repeating initial first and last stanza line.
So I thought I would revisit something of mine, Crumbs For Crows, from a few years ago and revision it in an attempt to fit it here.
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Crumbs for Crows (redux)
Our unintended words are crumbs for crows
leavings, the wipe of a mouth
ill-formed ones that fall out
become a crow’s right to place in neat crow rows
Our unintended words are crumbs for crows
.
The crows know what should be said
wait to pick up the errant instead
fashion crow homes in hoped forgotten mouth throws
Our unintended words are crumbs for crows
.
You cannot hide from what a crow knows
they sit on lampposts signposts timeposts to bestow
reminders of our less worthy us show
Our unintended words are crumbs for crows
.
We wish we could word word blurted belched take back
those that that caused us to rack and rhyme away cover hack
our minds in time, can I return rhyme hide my low
Unintended words that are crumbs for crows
.
Crows sit on lawns flitting from away easy hand raised
anger a thing these days crows know how your words have razed
your old comforts now just lost moments in tow
but in dim light unintended word crumbs for crows
.
Crows ask of only one thing as they build from digress
can you ask stood words as stand up test
even ones you don’t wish to own
The unintended words that are crumbs for crows?
.
They will pick you clean otherwise
And start anew
Frankenberry's Attic 
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