Saturday, September 10, 2016

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 won't 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.



A Boomerang Metaphor Poem, a form created by Hannah Gosselin (you can read about it here), from 2014, shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, where you will find good reading on a Sunday morning.


27 comments:

  1. Oh Sherry, this poem is a celestial song that every soul longs to listen to...

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  2. i totally echo Sumana in her interpretation. i too felt that this is a song written for a a sailor.

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  3. This poem is the breath of dawn, on a windswept
    morning at the edge of the sea.... Such an enjoyable read Sherry.

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  4. A breathtaking composition, Sherry. This poem says so much within its lines!

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  5. swooping birds, ancient voices, morning mist and all on a precarious perch..beautiful!

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  6. This poem is educational - I had to look up murrelet!

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  7. 'This poem is the breath of dawn on a windswept morning at the edge of the sea'

    Sigh... such gorgeous imagery!! ❤💜

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  8. I love how you talk about this poem within this poem.... you inspire me to.experiment with my own verse ^_^

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  9. This poem is a gray whale, spy-hopping
    for the sheer love of living.

    Rightly so Sherry! There is that feeling of satisfying feel of what life can offer!

    Hank

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  10. I adore the boomerang style of Hannah's and you always imbue yours with the close ties you share with the natural world. Such a pleasure to read.

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  11. I love the whirls and swirls like that whale swimming up and spraying water..there is a rhythm and musicality to it - i especially liked -This poem is sometimes in need of rescue
    and protection' - it gives a real sense of humility and understanding that words (and the world) are not a given..but then that reflects the poet too :)

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  12. For all the beautiful imagery there is sadness too in this poem at the thought that precious environment is being lost for many species. Lets hope the the precious species are being protected.

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  13. Sherry,
    Yes, there is an innate poem to be found everywhere--so long as the poet's vision is attuned to looking and hearing, as yours is. Excellent.
    Steve K.

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  14. You have captured so much from that windkissed sea, love both the care and the scenery it painted, the cedar with its shawl of fog just to mention one.

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  15. This poem is a beautiful song from the spirit!

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  16. Oh, Sherry what a wonderful poem!! I love it. Yes, you have the abilty to fly....I can see you now, I open my hand and you take flight! You were there, always there, how lucky I am to be able to read you and to know you!

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  17. This poem is a celebration of life... Well sung. Thanx

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  18. This poem is a reminder why I should continue writing, Sherry. Lovely voice and great imagery. Writing poems, as well as reading them, is a miracle actually.

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  19. A lovely evocation ... I can visualize, so clearly, the morning mist of a poem moving over land and sea. The shawl being draped over Grandmother Cedar, will stay with me a long time ... so ethereal - and yet - an exquisitely indelible line of poetry.

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  20. Oh, this is exquisite! You caught me up and carried me away.

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  21. i love the music in this poem! :)

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  22. Tomorrow morning, I shall walk out to my terrace and breathe in your poem again. A breath of dawn sounds too precious (and tasty) not to enjoy every second we can.

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  23. It begs to be sung :)Beautiful piece, Sherry!

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  24. Poems are so many things, all of them magical and mysterious.

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