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Summer days fade away
the crowns of trees no longer green
at night the curtains dance in the
cool breeze, to a tune of falling leaves
the sea stirs with phantoms deep
why can’t we see the depth of
lost love, the haunting cries of
lives drifting into an abyss of darkness
the water drum bangs out a tune of
spiritual renewal…my eyes are heavy
drifting into a dream…I feel the anguish
of mother earth as the deer heart beats….
Thump
Thump
Thump
In silence I watch a great blue heron
practicing patience in shallow waters
a lone goose takes a young duck and
fourteen ducklings under her broken wing
the sky turns apricot/plum, will she ever fly
Honk
Honk
Honk
wondering , am I dreaming a feather falls
looking heavenward, I see no bird…
I pick up the feather chanting in a tongue
learned in another dream
the feather grows into more feathers, then
a wing, body, legs and a face take form
a shaman stands before me…. I hear the
roar of thunder overhead…feel the rain
upon my face…NO not more rain, I am
weary from all the storms of life…
falling to my knees, I cry until the stars
appear…charting my way out of this
realm… I sail into the morning light
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author's note: There has been a lot of rain here
lately and I am feeling the storms of life.
Seasonal changes and emotional moods are at play in this dreamy-like poem...birdlife and the floating feather adds symbolism...life often dictated by the passing weather conditions....
ReplyDeleteSo true, fall is approaching and I wonder what it will bring.
DeleteSorry the rain is heavy on your heart.
ReplyDeleteThat it is, Alex life hurts ..
DeleteIf only we could see the depth of lost love. I guess we will have to be content with feeling it inside us. I loved the description of the blue heron and the lone goose. Ah, the rain, rain, rain.....so symbolic of the storms of life which weigh us down!
ReplyDeleteHow do we measure the depth of love? We can measure rain but, how do we measure loss..
DeleteThis poem is absolutely beautiful, Truedessa. I could see everything as I read.....the heron....the poor goose with a broken wing fostering the duck orphans. And the deer's beating heart. The dropped feather and the shaman appearing is amazing. I think Mother Earth herself is weary from all the storms. I so love this poem. Thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteThank you my friend, it dances between reality and a dream. Mother Earth is indeed weary.
Delete"I sail into the morning light" is a great way of wakening from dream land--or multiple connected dreamlands "I pick up the feather chanting in a tongue
ReplyDeletelearned in another dream"
I love the bird life and sea involved, the crowns of trees, and the water drum.
Sailing into the morning light on billowing sails… a state of transition.
DeleteYour poem is truly shamanic. I felt transported to another realm reading it. Suzanne - Wayfaring (Wordpress blog)
ReplyDeleteThank you and so glad you felt transported.
Delete...evokes so many images - shamanic, as stated above and I felt like I was somewhere between myth and legend, fate and imagination...
ReplyDeleteYes, often it is hard to tell which realm you are walking in...which adds to the mystery of life.
DeleteThe poem is a joy to read. There's a tinge of sadness along with delights; a wonderful blend of dreams and reality. Morning light indeed the happiest space on earth. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI agree each day is the gift - so the morning light is indeed a happy place.
DeleteTruedessa, you took me to a magical realm where hurt can be expressed and healing made manifest. Really love how you, "sail into the morning light."
ReplyDeleteThank you, I think that sailboat is there in the night waiting to catch a glimpse of first light.
DeleteLove your water drum. I, too, am so weary of rain.
ReplyDeleteYvonne, thank you...
DeleteVivid and impassioned write, crammed full of telling detail which gives th epiece real strength and impact. Open and brave too... For example, I especially liked the curtains dancing, the heartbeat of the deer, the haunting cries, the falling leaves the roar of thunder - all working together here so well...
ReplyDeleteThank you Scott for your gracious comment. Peace be with you this day.
DeleteA lovely tribute to the changing seasons and I especially love the sounds. The repetition is delicious.
ReplyDeleteOh I am not anonymous...it is Alison Jean Hankinson.
ReplyDeleteSo much pain from mother earth... one day too much rain, then draught... she is getting very tired of her ignorant children I think
ReplyDeleteThe drem as the earth's heartbeat.I would like to think the shanman's can save us and her
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