Friday, October 14, 2016

THE LANGUAGE OF CLOUDS




Looking at the sky, we long to learn
the language of clouds, of mountaintops.
Mother Sky, teach me
how to sing like small bird, like raven,
like Owl.
Quiet my heart, so I may listen
to the breath of Grandfather Cedar,
and learn to speak tree,
to speak river,
to speak wind.

Transform my soul
to make me worthy of
learning to sing
in whalesong.
Lead me along the shore,
to count the waves,
my heart singing 
joyously and forever
the song of Ocean.


One from 2015, my friends, which I will be sharing with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, where there is always good reading on a Sunday morning. I am posting early, as a huge storm is expected and am not sure I will have computer access tomorrow...............


24 comments:

  1. A song worthy of the clouds

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  2. speaking tree, river, wind... i love that... so soothing and liberating to co-hum with nature

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  3. Another spiritual write, which calms one's soul, in this hectic world, we call home.

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  4. This reads like a prayer, Sherry! May we learn the lessons we need to learn from Mother Sky.

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  5. Lead me along the shore,
    to count the waves,
    my heart singing
    joyously and forever

    Isn't that wonderful to be given the privilege. To share with others what one is happy about.

    Hank

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  6. Oh, how I love all your nature poems. This is exquisite.

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  7. Good luck with that storm - your poem sings - like belonging to the family of Earth..and all the magics that can hold

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  8. I so love the peaceful and tranquil nature of this poem, Sherry 💖especially "Transform my soul to make me worthy of learning to sing in whalesong" is just gorgeous 💖 Beautifully executed.


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  9. to speak river,
    to speak wind.
    ...how i wish i could!!

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  10. yes, yes! Such a longing to be able to commuicate, to be belong more and more.

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  11. My goodness, Sherry! Your poem is a song, a chant my heart breathes into Nature every time I open my eyes... I love this longing, this beauty of want. This is perfect.

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  12. I do think I remember this... one of my favorites of you... the lines

    to speak tree,
    to speak river,
    to speak wind.

    Is so especially strong.

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  13. Nature does have its own language, especially the sky. A language I admire, and am trying to learn. Nice job, Sherry.

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  14. Clouds are good...except those all encompassing grey ones.

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  15. Be safe from the storm, lovely piece of writing.

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  16. Teach me to sing the songs of nature...this is a lovely piece of writing.

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  17. I love how your words embrace the spirit of nature

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  18. Some of us are are able to fit in with nature yet others see is only as a resource to plunder. If only others could see we are a party of that world and need to preserve it for our children and not make a profit out of it destroying it for all time unless we are wiped out too!

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  19. I believe this planet does speak in earth languages. Ah - if we could only hear them - sigh. Though, I do know, we can feel them speaking. I daresay, if we could hear them, they would make a lot more sense, to many of us, than a lot of what assaults our ears - over our airwaves - these days. Another lovely piece, Sherry.

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  20. Yes!

    ...Lead me along the shore,
    to count the waves,
    my heart [sings]
    joyously and forever
    the song of [my/our] Ocean.

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  21. Beautiful Sherry, a most gratifying prayer to be whispered on the wind,

    Elizabeth

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  22. This, to me, is the most precious image of all: "the breath of Grandfather Cedar"

    Ahhh...

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