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.


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29 comments:

  1. annell4July 29, 2017 at 9:33 AM

    And a beautiful dream it is! Thank you Sherry.

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  2. kaykualaJuly 29, 2017 at 9:56 AM

    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. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJuly 29, 2017 at 2:27 PM

    Gorgeous! I love your mnystical nature poems.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJuly 29, 2017 at 2:28 PM

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

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  4. MaryJuly 29, 2017 at 3:16 PM

    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. AnonymousJuly 29, 2017 at 5:55 PM

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

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  6. Sumana RoyJuly 29, 2017 at 7:00 PM

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

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  7. ThotpurgeJuly 29, 2017 at 11:09 PM

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

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  8. Sanaa RizviJuly 30, 2017 at 1:11 AM

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

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  9. Jae RoseJuly 30, 2017 at 2:50 AM

    But what a delightful dream xo

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  10. Old EggJuly 30, 2017 at 3:00 AM

    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. BrendanJuly 30, 2017 at 4:33 AM

    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. ayalaJuly 30, 2017 at 4:41 AM

    A beautiful poem, a beautiful dream. xo

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  13. Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)July 30, 2017 at 6:01 AM

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

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  14. indybevJuly 30, 2017 at 8:10 AM

    This conjures beautiful images of serenity and peace.

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  15. Magaly GuerreroJuly 30, 2017 at 9:30 AM

    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. UnknownJuly 30, 2017 at 9:51 AM

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

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  17. Magical Mystical TeacherJuly 30, 2017 at 10:13 AM

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

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  18. rallentandaJuly 30, 2017 at 11:34 AM

    A beautiful dream !

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  19. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerJuly 30, 2017 at 12:14 PM

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

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  20. ScottlBJuly 30, 2017 at 12:41 PM

    Beautiful as always Sherry!

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  21. DonnaJuly 30, 2017 at 12:49 PM

    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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  22. Sarah RussellJuly 30, 2017 at 2:26 PM

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

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  23. SusanJuly 30, 2017 at 3:10 PM

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

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  24. Rob JacksonJuly 30, 2017 at 3:15 PM

    Marvelous poem. The power to strive onward...

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  25. TruedessaJuly 30, 2017 at 6:29 PM

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

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  26. Paul John DearJuly 31, 2017 at 5:48 AM

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

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  27. Wendy BourkeJuly 31, 2017 at 3:14 PM

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

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  28. grapelingAugust 1, 2017 at 12:44 AM

    always nice to revisit ~

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