Friday, June 27, 2014

This Poem is the Breath of Dawn

Morning Beach


This poem is the breath of dawn  on a windswept
morning 
at the edge of the sea.
This poem is a murrelet on the wing.
This poem is a gray whale, spy-hopping.


This poem is misty with early morning fog.

It drapes shawls over the shoulders of
Grandmother Cedar so she wont be chilled.
This poem loves the morning.
It looks to the sky to see all the colours of the day.
This poem is the breath of dawn on a windswept
morning at the edge of the sea.

This poem is a tiny bird who makes her nest
deep in the forest.
This poem must fly great distances,
out to sea and back again,
in order to find sustenance.
This poem sometimes grows tired,
and in need of rest.
Its perch is precarious,
its nesting sites vanishing
along with the old growth.
This poem is sometimes in need of rescue
and protection.
This poem is a murrelet on the wing.


This poem swooshes up in placid waters,
takes a look around and finds that life is good.
Then this poem does a series of dives and breaches,
just for the sheer joy of it.
This poem is an ancient voice
which sometimes speaks
with an old soul.
This poem is a gray whale, spy-hopping.

This poem is the breath of dawn, on a windswept
morning 
at the edge of the sea.
This poem is a murrelet on the wing, heading for home.
This poem is a gray whale, spy-hopping
for the sheer love of living.

This is my attempt at Hannah Gosselin's newly-created  Boomerang Metaphor Poem, which you can read about here. This exciting new form leaves the door wide open to what can be created. I love it!

27 comments:

  1. This poem makes me happy and long for the fog. I love all the mysteries of land and sea -you shared with us-wondrous to read!

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  2. beautiful and touching sherry!
    I nominated your blog for Liebster award. Always love coming here and refreshing my mind with your poetry.
    Check my blog for further info:
    http://natasek.blogspot.com/2014/06/blog-liebster-award.html

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  3. nice...it is a cool form...and i really like the stanza in which it is a bird...but with each progression you add a bit more to its story...and plight...

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  4. I like what you did with the form. It made me feel appreciative of the new day and , of course, of all of nature.

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  5. One more thing that this poem is: you. It was a delight Sherry. You were in every place described. I could see you and Pup there inhabiting the spaces of which you spoke. Here is my new blog honey:

    Brian, as you know I have been out of the loop. Now I am back. In that very short time of perhaps 2-3 months, your writing has taken on a whole new intimacy and maturity. I loved this poem. Just the idea of an old mouser and a church together are perfection. OK ... I have a new blog:

    http://mydowntownblog.blogspot.com/2014/06/new-beginnings_27.html

    Do come see me.

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  6. What a wonderful poem to wake up to.

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  7. nice... i love what a poem can be...so many different things.. how it touches us and others and sometimes is like a drape around their shoulders, keeping them warm or a grey whale...ha...i like

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  8. This poem makes me see the beauty of life around you, around us, Sherry!

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  9. Hmm...did that last comment stick? !

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  10. Oh...bummer!! I just left quite a long comment and it totally vanished. Grrr...

    I'm so thrilled with this poem, Sherry!! It's graceful and there're so many gems...you worked magic of this form!! Thank you so much for writing this!!

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  11. Gorgeous!
    I'm running out of adjectives for your poetry.
    They never fail to delight. About time you collected them in print. I can see a nice chapbook type volume. No?

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  12. This poem is a joy to read, it dance with whales and make my morning fine.

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  13. This poem was wonderful to read on this bright sunny morning.

    This poem is a breath of fresh air and I am inhaling deeply..exhaling slowly..

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  14. This poem is a breath of fresh air, Sherry. It truly is. You're a blessing so as your poetry, thank you. Smiles.

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  15. I love the refraining lines of this poem.....Such a gem to read this Sunday morning Sherry ~ Beautifully written ~

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  16. love the ...whale spy-hopping. this encapsulates the way i view life.

    lovely, mi amiga

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  17. your imagery is always so visceral. what a lovely morning reflection.

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  18. This poem is the soul of you--gifted on the wind

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  19. what a breath of fresh air and sweet scents and forest glory. enjoyed this very much.

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  20. This poem touches the heart. Its freshness relates to all very easily. Great write Sherry!

    Hank

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  21. This poem is just lovely, Sherry. Thank you. k.

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  22. This poem goes in natures haunts, peeps and sweeps around, then this poem always returns to the windswept dawn. I like it, Sherry.

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  23. Should be returns in the windswept morning as the breath of dawn, ready for another day's nature journey.
    I like it, like where it goes.
    ..

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  24. I love this poem that is new form, but speaks in ancient voice.

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  25. Very nice...
    Got to learn something new as well!

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