Friday, March 20, 2015

Deliverance











He skids into my heart, stands guard
at my moist pillow in the night;
and when the moon shines bright,
Owl knows the curriculum
I climb onto the owl's wide back;
we whoosh up to the sky,
away, higher
Lifted by a mighty Nor'wester gale
we sail in interstellar channels
and beyond

The breath of God whirls us toward
sacred places, to a land I once knew,
but had forgotten - far, far away
My feathered chariot, my
benevolent chauffeur grasps
trailing blue ribbon reins
He ferries my cargo of memories,
tales gleaned from generations
before, brought to bear through
gritty legacies

I slumber as he croons
with the voice of an opera tenor
I feel to my core his thunderous
wings flapping - We soar,
skirting the milky way
to a place called home
Ascending to a high cloud, he
rests me down upon the banks
of a roving river; I capture a fallen
feather, hold it close to me

My feet alight in cool yet warm sand
I sift it with my toes
Then, in a quiet boat drifting,
my hand dips into clear
water and glides
Grateful for all the living I've done,
for deeds and promises kept by me,
and for me,
for gifts I gave to others,
gifts given  me, for all we shared,
I am thankful for the return ride



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10 comments:

  1. Love your verbs.. and the fairytale narrative..especially to come back again with that return ride :-) .. could be quite scary on those wings...

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  2. You really worked with your verbs, Kathy!

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  3. Beautiful, almost eerie poem, Kathy. The verbs add much to the mood.

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  4. You definitely alit upon some moving action verbs in this one! Peace, Linda

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  5. I love the travel on the owl's back and seeing gratitude and blessings of the journey ~ Wonderful share Kathy ~

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  6. this definitely feels like a fairy tale... riding the owls back and especially, "The breath of God whirls us toward
    sacred places, to a land I once knew,
    but had forgotten - far, far away" - well written piece :)

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  7. The owl of mind of wisdom is a forgotten tale once remembered and gone again.. and flight once taken truly is a wonderful way to fly again..:)

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  8. Very nice and beautiful piece you have here Kathy - the use of verbs are not only rich but so calm and serene, I loved it all. Have a good weekend.

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  9. nice flight there... and the thankfulness in the close resonates with me... gifts given and received... nice..

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