Friday, July 13, 2018

MOON RAVEN


Artist Les Herman


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.

A poem from 2014, to be shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, where there is fine reading every Sunday morning.


28 comments:

  1. Spiritual and emotional healing resonates throughout your poem, Sherry. Like you're still on journey that has no end, only a beginning.

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  2. oh, I'm shivering with the subtle beauty of night traveling and day walking, amongst the ancients, as they are spirited within the land and its creatures ... this is lovely Sherry.

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  3. What a peaceful poem, Sherry~

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  4. I love the cloak she weaves at the end, Nature and dreams. It seems like a perfect place where to rest.

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  5. the grandfather cedar, the trees, the birds, the wolf spirit... reading your poems is like entering a sacred forest.

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  6. Towards dawn,
    having divested myself
    of my tears,
    and having rekindled my hope,
    let me curl up in the roots
    of Grandfather Cedar...

    This is part prayer and part promise.

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  7. This is beyond beautiful, Sherry!πŸ’ž Especially love; "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."πŸ’ž

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  8. I love that you always write about nature. I love the comfort this evokes. :)

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  9. It is alwasy a delight to read of your love of the natural world, however the sadness of the words is a reflection of our terrible treatment we have given the world and it is unending with little value placed upon it except for profit which the future generations will not profit from.

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  10. I love the interweaving of nature and mythology in this poem, Sherry.

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  11. A lovely poem. An ancient tale, told anew. A refreshing read.

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  12. my kind of dreaming, where there is hope I always want to be
    Happy Sunday Sherry

    much love...

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  13. There are so many losses, and so much keening to be done!

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  14. hmm I had a dream about ravens and hawks last night. I think sometimes we need to let the tears out so we can truly rest.

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  15. The end really got me. Healing in the lap of nature, definitely required and so peaceful

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  16. what a wonderful poem so rich

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  17. This is so beautiful..."pillow my head with moss" - I love that! So lovely.

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  18. Sighs...so peaceful. You and I both escape to the woods for peace and renewal. I love the thoughts of being covered and comforted with branches. Lol. I also cook for comfort. I wonder if I could take a stove on my back and fix meals for the forest folk.

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  19. lift me up on your bent wing Swoop me away through the misty night.....I feel those words deeply.they carry me deep into your dream .lovely.

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  20. Totally new and totally refreshing each time I read this. Smiling.

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  21. Awesome! I had to look up "ululate". What a perfect word to explain (for me) the essence of this wonderful dream/peace.
    ZQ

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  22. a misunderstood bird, i must said. your words will change that misconception.

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  23. A gem to read tonight Sherry ~ I hope you are well ~

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  24. oh my, wonderful words. we dream similar dreams mi amiga. what you have said here is my wish, also. to rest my head for that eternal sleep at the base of a great oak or pine or in the valley of mountains with rivers and streams running through my veins. this while the wolf sings in celebration and the Eagle soars above to lift my soul to that transcendent spirit of the Universe

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