Saturday, July 29, 2017

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 2014, my friends, to be shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United.


29 comments:

  1. And a beautiful dream it is! Thank you Sherry.

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  2. Pull pine boughs over my shoulders
    And escape to my haven of forgetfulness:
    A dream.

    How one would love to revert back to such moments of ecstasy and re-live those wonderful times

    Hank

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  3. Gorgeous! I love your mnystical nature poems.

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    1. Er ... mystical. (I shouldn't try typing before my morning coffee, lol.)

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  4. Oh, I am glad that in this poem there is rekindled hope, Sherry. We must accept and embrace our tears, but then find a way to let hope come back in!

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  5. What a wonderful dream. The wording and your lines breath life to the experience.

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  6. This poem reads like a benediction for the diseased mankind to heal. Such beauty in every line!

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  7. pine bough sheets and moss pillows and a moon raven... how beautiful!

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  8. I absolutely adore the mystical nature of your poem, Sherry!❤️ I wish I had written this!❤️

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  9. But what a delightful dream xo

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  10. If only we could have real inviolate sanctuaries for trees, animals and birds that could keep them all safe while humanity destroys each other. Sadly We just cannot be satisfied with what we have and realize that these wild places wassist our continuance but the real problem is us.

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  11. How much I respect that place between All That Remains and dreams: A ghostly, bittersweet place, more sonorous and rich than anyone could imagine. Keep singing there.

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  12. A beautiful poem, a beautiful dream. xo

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  13. Indeed "pillow my head with moss" ... Lovely

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  14. This conjures beautiful images of serenity and peace.

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  15. These are always my favorite kinds of poems by you, dearest Sherry. The ones where your speaker becomes one with Nature... and does wonderful things. "Lift me up..."

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  16. What a sweet dream. I love the imagery in the last stanza

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  17. There is Much That Remains, for which we can be thankful, as I am for your poem, Sherry.

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  18. A wonderful sweet way to dream and be still for a bit--beautiful Sherry!

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  19. Oh to have this refuge and sanctuary to go to to heal....'And send out blessings and gratitude
    For All That Remains.' That is the key....that gratitude.

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  20. "...Ululate with owls,
    Keen with all beings over our losses..."
    Love these lines!

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  21. I'm attracted to the curling up rather than the flight. What does that say about me?

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  22. Marvelous poem. The power to strive onward...

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  23. Lovely writing Sherry, I had a dream about a wolf the other night.

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  24. This kind of deep connection cannot be broken by others and their lack of it. Follow such dreams.

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  25. Beautiful ... mystical ... it bestows a soothing sigh ... that dissolves into a lovely ~ hush ~

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