Saturday, February 20, 2016

MOON RAVEN

Moon Raven,
Lift me up on your bent wing.
Swoop  me away, through the misty night
Into the forest.

There we will commune
With wolf-ghosts and ancient trees.
We will sing with the spirits,
Ululate with owls,
Keen with all beings over our losses,
And send out blessings and gratitude
For All That Remains.

Towards dawn,
Having divested myself of my tears,
And having rekindled my hope,
Let me curl up in the roots
Of Grandfather Cedar,
Pillow my head with moss,
Pull pine boughs over my shoulders
And escape to my haven of forgetfulness:
A dream.

One from summer of 2014, kids. I am without a computer at present, but will make the rounds of the Poetry Pantry on Sunday with my trusty tablet.

33 comments:

  1. In our dreams we can go where we want to go, commune with who we want to, and escape to where we wish! This is a beautiful poem filled with hope, Sherry.

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  2. I can see your poem harmonize with being part of the forest... To lie down on the softest moss.

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  3. Moon raven! Love the images that creates at the start.

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  4. beautiful and dream images...love the breath of forests here...

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  5. A pillow of moss and dreams - I cannot think of anything better..maybe a little dog curled up beside us as we travel in our heads and a nice warm blanket xo

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  6. Oh I like that bent wing of the moon raven! Lovely!

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  7. What a glorious poem this is Sherry. A warm and loving engagement with the natural world.

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  8. I love this poem--it has such power and grace. Thanks for reposting it.

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  9. Oooh, I love the "Moon Raven's"... "bent wing." There are many references to ravens even in Indian legends and wiccan tales. Beautifully penned, Sherry!

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  10. this ending is so very poignant

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  11. I love that first image of the bent wing. Such a great detail that I think clues the reader in on what the poem is about. Nice job.

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  12. "Keen with all beings over our losses,
    And send out blessings and gratitude
    For All That Remains."

    I want to live in the world these lines describes. ♥

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  13. I adore this time with Moon Raven...

    'We will sing with the spirits,
    Ululate with owls,
    Keen with all beings over our losses,
    And send out blessings and gratitude
    For All That Remains.'

    Beautiful!

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  14. I love every line of this. Beautiful work, Sherry.

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  15. Dreams are the poet's wonderland, Sherry. Lovely writing. :-)

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  16. You depict a beautiful dream. I felt I was dreaming with you.
    Hope you get your computer soon. I know it's different to blog from a tablet.

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  17. love your absorption in nature.a beautiful dream.

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  18. This is truely a wonderful piece! I love it! All real and dreamy at the same time.

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  19. ...for a moment I felt I was in "that" forest and in peace.
    ZQ

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  20. Holy moley. Any poem that begins with "Moon Raven" definitely has my full backing.

    That second stanza ... yes.

    And this: "Pillow my head with moss"

    Such gorgeousness comes out of you, every single time you write.

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  21. Love how you refer to the roots...we need to know them and nurture...love the 'ululate with owls' notion, good one.

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  22. your love of the forest is deeply nestled in this poem. Luv it

    Have a nice Sunday Sherry

    much love...

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  23. A moon raven for you and a backfire kick and countdown take-off for me. Many ways to get there. This reads like a ceremonial incantation.

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  24. Okay, you had me with the bent wing of the raven. Your piece is delightfully dreamy and very myth-like,

    Elizabeth

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  25. I love the experience in your poem here Sherry. It is definitely beautiful to live among nature. Simple and natural.

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  26. There we will commune
    With wolf-ghosts and ancient trees.
    We will sing with the spirits,

    yes, there will be that time in the dreamscape. Pillow my head with moss..beautiful

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  27. Ululating with owls sounds pretty darn good to me right now. Night has fallen, and I feel the need to do something outrageously different!

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  28. Beautiful! A wonderful primordial, respectful, ancient sensibility flows through the piece and is MESMERIZING! Spiritual! Transcendent! An awesome bit of writing, Sherry!

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  29. And escape to my haven of forgetfulness:
    A dream.

    How one desires to seek harmony with a good dream. If only it happens the way we want!

    Hank

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  30. Such, a spiritually powerful poem, Sherry, strongly reflective of the Pacific Northwest.

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  31. A beautiful one Sherry ~ Love every line ~

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  32. Sherry,

    I hope that your computer is back with you soon; you must truly miss its companionship!
    Loved your Moon Raven poem which extends great hope through its spiritual connections..
    Beautiful words..
    Eileen

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