Granddog Penny Joy on Grandma's couch
La Loba,
in your dark cave,
under the full moon,
sing.
Sing as you gather the bones
of my brothers, my sisters.
Sing as you lay them down
on the ground.
Place them end to end,
tenderly, carefully,
piece by piece,
until they are whole.
Then breathe life into them
and watch them leap up,
joyous-eyed, tails arcing,
teeth snapping and smiling,
around the fire.
Sing,
as they take my heart with them
and run away,
beautiful, laughing and free,
into the welcoming
midnight forest.
Like sitting with the spirits and drinking in the past and laying down the blanket for the future. What a quiet and contemplative piece...great writing Sherry!
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderfully life-affirming, so soothing and calming to the soul.
ReplyDeleteEerie, cool. Taking a heart with them to play a wolf or to romp in a special area of the after life? It feels very loving, but so youthful and energetic that I really have to sit down.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteYour passion lies with the wild and free...and you produce some of your most remarkable verse when you have entered that realm.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely, Sherry.
ReplyDeletewhat a gorgeous affirmation.
ReplyDeleteand what an endearing puppy all wrapped up in a joyous knitted scarf! aw.
This is exactly how I would like to imagine our beloveds, Sherry, where they go and what they deserve when they finally have to leave us, and also one hopes the wolf will sing for us then, too.
ReplyDeleteOh Sherry, this is exquisitely written… so soul-full.
ReplyDeleteMystical and practical, woven together... just like you, Sherry!
ReplyDeletePredictably a beautiful place where the soul would be roaming free. Nicely Sherry!
ReplyDeleteHank
magic....love the arranging of the bones...the breathing life once more into these old bones and setting them free to dance once more....smiles.
ReplyDeleteI'd go with them, Sherry. I love your lines, "as they take my heart with them and run away, beautiful, laughing and free, into the welcoming ..."
ReplyDeleteI have dreams like that but I never reach my destination, or I cannot remember that part.
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BTW, thank you for calling me a poet. I will not say that about myself. I used to have a by-line that said
Delete"Painting is easy when you don’t know how, but very difficult when you do. Edgar Degas.
The same goes for my poetry attempts (don't know how, but I enjoy it!). " but I took it off after posting my "poems" for several months.
Even so, not everyone who writes "poems" on the Internet is a real poet. If I am not a poet then I would like to be accepted as a 'groupie' follower of those others who write poems, poets or not.
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Jim, you write poems, thus you are a poet!! I always enjoy life seen through your eyes!
DeleteBeautiful Sherry....mystical ...lining bones and breathing life into them....makes me feel hopeful
ReplyDeleteoh, I like that image of the magic wolves breathing life into a line of bones!
ReplyDeleteThis is heart-rendingly beautiful, Sherry, shamanic in all the deep ways, a song for canine familiars surviving and thriving on after they're gone from here. Anyone who's had to say farewell to a pet (and we have had to many times) is comforted by these lines. Magnificent. - Brendan
ReplyDeleteThe amazing thing is when I wrote it (well, I didnt write it, my subconscious did), as so often happens I didnt realize what my subconscious was saying.....until I read your words. Then I understood, YES! Freeing my wolf-Pup to run wild and free, taking my heart with him. Which is what he did. Thank you so much for making me see what this poem meant. It means the world to me.
DeleteMystical and magical writing, Sherry! And I just love the pic.
ReplyDeleteso close to wild and yes magical....
ReplyDeletefreedom is the song of the soul....beautiful lines
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Mystical , alluring & magical . Also love you blog design :)
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I enjoyed the magical and optimistic tone, Sherry!
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