Chasing Crows

By Daniel Jacob Senser

This is Daniel's first book of poetry. All of the poems were written between Winter of 2013 and Summer of 2015. Much of it is inspired by his experiences working on a farm in the Berkshire Mountains. But themes range anywhere from madness to love to appreciation of nature. Daniel hopes you find these poems enlightening and invigorating.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781514417133

Daniel Jacob Senser

Daniel Senser is originally from Cincinnati, OH. He attended the University of Cincinnati where he earned a degree in English. His first inspirational experience with poetry was as a freshman in college when he read Homer's Iliad. Other influences include, Jorge Louis Borges, Denise Levertov, and Billy Collins. Daniel currently resides on a farm in the Berkshire Mountains in Western Massachusetts.

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Contents

Acknowledgements

Casting The Spell

Reminder

High Sc"hool Bash

Work

Winter Robin

Carrying The Piano

Owl

A Party

The Lamp

The Stranger

The Lunatic Blues

The Old Man On His Deathbed

One With Nature

Tree-Tapping

The Promise

Someone You Know

Awake!

These Words

To My Lover

Youth

To A Young Novelist

For Lucy

Moment Of Clarity

Appreciating The Little Things

A Flower’s Good Taste

Ignorance

The Zinnia

Advice For Aspiring Poets

Presumptions

To A Dead Ant

Dream

Lawn Chair On A Spring Day

The Wind

The Madman

Parable

A Poem

Riding

All The Things I’m Not

Just Enough Light

A Longing Gaze

When The Plane Goes Down

Storm

The Next Moment

A Troubled Muse

Haiku

My Intentions

The Moon

The Grotesque Man

The Stars

Night Fishing

Meeting The Saint

My Shadow

That Old Bastard

Sanity

Chasing Crows

Upon Looking At The Sky

New Year’s

Mutiny Against The Sky

She Had Grace

Alive

Ice Cream

Speak My Love

America

Senility

Suicide

Romance

Weed

Tolstoy Tells The Story Of My Life

My Uncle Bob

All Right

Time And Space

Seven Minutes In Heaven

My Friend The Monster

Best Intentions

Preschool Paste

A Nap

The Dress On The Floor

The Doves

The River Is Wild

Hope Is The Last To Go

The Guru

Denial

Romance And Love

Rain

Ships

The Glass

Advice For Would-Be Beggars

Abandon

The Fortune Teller

Paradox

Drinking

The Shower Drain

Fables

The Bear And The Snails

The Ambitious Bird

The Peacock And The Chickens

The Octopus And The Tiger

For My Father

Acknowledgements

The Stranger published in Ship of Fools

The Lamp published in The Penwood Review

Casting the Spell

Sometimes, when I have been long isolated

From the world, I find a walking stick

In the woods

To serve as my wizard’s staff.

I march down Main Street,

Rhythmically tapping it on the ground

So that all may know that

The great wizard is arriving.

The people in the shop windows stare aghast,

And children with their mothers pass

And say, Who is that? and

Can I also have a staff?

The mothers hurry them past,

And make derisive remarks about

The lunatic.

But this doesn’t bother me.

I know my spell has been cast.

Many of the children will some day come

To be wizards themselves,

And will show it proudly

For all the world to see.

Reminder

On Saturday, I left my home in search of beauty

And ended up in the maple grove.

Many bluebirds darted from limb to limb

And the ground was strewn with brown and yellow leaves.

I gazed up through the branches at the clear blue sky

And remembered I had left beauty at home,

On my desk, in a picture frame of gold.

High School Bash

I was drunkenly explaining the meaning

Of