My fave beach
by Graham Moore, Tofino
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.
From October 2015, posted for the Poetry Pantry at Poets United. Do hop over and check out the links - there is always fine reading in the Pantry on Sunday mornings.
All creation SINGS! <3
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautifully meditative poem, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteThe Language of Clouds... Such a beautiful concept and line of poetry.
ReplyDeleteLove the Mother figure of the Sky here... infinite freedom and love...so serene and peaceful ....
ReplyDeleteThose are languages I would like to learn...speaking wind or River.
ReplyDeleteOh me too.. speak tree, river and wind.. how humbling that would be!
ReplyDeleteSuch a gorgeous sense of calm and peace found within your verse :D
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
It takes a special kind of person to want to learn - and to be able to listen..by default that person is worthy..long may you sing and be sung too xo
ReplyDeleteI think the natural world understands when sit quietly hearing the trees whisper in the forest or listen to the song of the sea that you understand and are appreciated.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful beach... I can see why it is one of your favourite. I think you can speak to nature and it speaks to us. I really loved this :-)
ReplyDeleteThis is such a beautiful and lively poem. Loved reading it :)
ReplyDeleteWe can learn from, and be inspired by, everything our senses touch. Very fine job.
ReplyDeletethis is a song that sings to me.
ReplyDeletesometimes my best moments are spent in the bike trails, within all that greenery. :)
I often study the language of the clouds. It is like a picture show as images take form. Sometimes, I am amazed as what I behold. To sing the songs of the ocean would truly be magical.
ReplyDeleteWhat a delight of sounds and beauty, Sherry! I, too, wish "learn to speak tree" and dance the song of all nature as it sings itself through me. ♥
ReplyDeleteI enjoy sky gazing... Patterns of clouds always conveying something new and unconventional... A true inspiration!
ReplyDeleteAh, yes... you have found your Sacred ground and introduce yourself humbly.
ReplyDeleteZQ
"Making me worthy to sing in Whale song." Without a doubt, this is my favorite line Sherry. A beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteOh, so beautiful! Perhaps a few days off, has been good.
ReplyDeleteThose notes that communicate to our souls: all around us in nature. You've struck on a beautiful concept, here, Sherry ... rendered exquisitely.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous Sherry. Such a sincere and earnest prayer.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Ohhh! So often you say exactly what I'd like to have said ... if only I had thought of it first, lol.
ReplyDeletea lovely title carried though with skill and grace ~
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. May we learn the language of the clouds. Such a calming piece for my Monday
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. May we learn the language of the clouds. Such a calming piece for my Monday
ReplyDeleteFind myself, being transported back, to the beauty of my birth province. Filling me, with healing and calming energy, Sherry. Thank you, very much, for this poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful picture & inspiring words Sherry ~ Have a great week, I can see spring coming soon, smiles ~
ReplyDeleteThe voice from the sky is a divine voice that comes through the heart. A voice so inspiring and beautiful that comes from you, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteHank