Thursday, September 4, 2014

Always a New Moon, Rising

The Wise Woman's Stone
image by Linda Apple
depicting the East, the guide to
growth and introspection

I am well water, salted with tears.
I am the chill in a September morn,
through an open door.
I am Memory
of other chilly autumn mornings,
come full circle,
as the many seasons pass.
I am evening closing in early.
I am bathing in
the reflection of the moon,
rising silver and serene 
in the evening sky.

I am a new blade of grass 
pushing up through the earth,
and I am the bent and brittle 
straw-like, yellow stalk
at the end of life's road.
I am river-breath and ocean-fog
and an old weary, wondering spirit, 
rising.

Looking through my eyes
is the one who is 
doing the looking,
the one who watches, still and quiet,
as I cavort about like a bumbling fool.
She knows. I know that She knows:
fire and rain, joy and pain,
and always a new moon, 
rising.

40 comments:

  1. Excellent! YES--seen from outside and looking through her eyes, dear Sherry, this poem is food and drink to me this morning.

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  2. in your hands words get such enchanting power..."I am river-breath and ocean-fog / and an old weary, wondering spirit, / rising."..the words cast a spell...wow...

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  3. Beautiful and begging to be read aloud .. which I have done. Huge sigh of contentment!

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  4. This is fantastic Sherry. I love it. I could just eat it whole, because the words express what I feel. Yes, your Spirit is rising. Amen!!!

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  5. I am a new blade of grass
    pushing up through the earth... love that part esp. as it speaks of a yes to life for me...of that determination to break through...

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  6. i like the blade of grass stanza as well...the new birth...not easy...and that is part of the growing...even when cut down to stalk as well...we are all seasons...and one

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  7. I love your poetic voice here --just so satisfying and beautiful!

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  8. mi amiga, your spirit your soul your heart your incarnate being shines in this. gracias for sharing but a piece of you with us.

    have a wonderful fulfilling day for you have certainly sate the hunger and thirst of my soul for this day

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  9. So deep with metaphysical meaning, so lovely, honest & heartfelt; a wonderful poem; loved it all, made me want to send you a bravo, a hosanna; like the lines /I am the bent & brittle/straw-like, yellow stalk/at the end of the road/ The poem hums with your true entity, soul-energy, aware of the failing husk we call an aging body, & focused on eternal truths.

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  10. This is superb! I love it. ... great work xx

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  11. To be the river breath and ocean fog.. I like that a lot.

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  12. This is beautiful as the new moon rising ~ Lovely words to read this morning Sherry ~

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  13. Yes, wise woman is very wise...and yes, there is indeed always a new moon rising. We may have to wait a bit, but it WILL rise!

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  14. I can do the bumbling fool bit pretty well. The repetition work swell in this.

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  15. i can feel the deep rooted comfort. "salted with tears" - it has to be that way... beautiful.

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  16. There is power in creation and raw energy of the passion of the creator. This is captured and powerfully penned.

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  17. It has the feel of some sort of earth goddess.

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  18. Very powerful imagery. I liked the picture you used to illustrate it. She's got a lot of hair for an older woman.

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  19. Every poem of yours that I read becomes my new favorite. This one I can truly identify with, being at that place in life. The language and imagery here are beautiful, Sherry.

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  20. Very timely piece.
    There is a full moon rising.
    ZQ

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  21. Lovely imagery, Sherry. I like the connection to nature and metaphors woven throughout. There will always be another moon rising ~ such a hopeful thought.

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  22. I like the way you chose this image to make your voice heard as well as the determination and energy behind those words.

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  23. lovely imagery! i truly adore the blade of grass stanza. nothing is permanent, and yet everything is permanent. :)

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  24. I'm on board with being a big fan of that awesome blade of grass stanza too!

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  25. Lovely poem expressing thoughts that touch the soul and images that so please the eyes-the new moon rising is so cool...you are a gifted poet

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  26. thanks for stopping over at my blog and i did send you an email, didnt you get it, maybe i should send again

    have a nice Sunday

    much love...

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  27. Very well written. It draws you in.

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  28. such clearly drawn identity; mesmerizing, Sherry ~

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  29. Sherry I feel that ancient spirit of the earth here and by the way you express it you deeply understand. The thing I find most compelling is the last stanza because you reveal the source of that understanding being that you are a vessel for that spirit as it views the world through your eyes.

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  30. what a beautiful, happy and accomplished poem. I love it so much!!!

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  31. Such an exquisite poem Sherry, thank you for this.

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  32. Love this one! Thank you so much wise-woman.

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  33. I love the use of repetition here - how each reiteration of identity becomes a self-affirming litany.

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  34. Beautifully written my friend. Sorry to be so late, but not feeling well. Trying to catch up,

    Elizabeth

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  35. This is simply luscious, my friend, written by a wise woman who knows herself well, and manages to find joy in every day...

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