Poem: Gave Her Love

Her constant speaking
camouflaged
how she was silent
about truth.
No one ever found her.

She was
the beakless bird.

She rose
from the sound her mother drowned in
emerging with the bay
all over her
like wolf’s clothing.

Her feet were stones
upon the beach.
Each sandy impression
a forgotten past life
holding shape against the tide.

But her eyes…
look there for the melody
of sunlight on petal
of a landscape no mind can travel.
Look without looking and see
the on and off switch of existence
sequencing, quelling, rebelling, rising and falling
inside of a space that defies curve
so large it has no center
a living dying paradox
of here not here
of was not was
of am not am…
untamed
existence.

But untamed existence…
isn’t love.

Love
is the way she felt
she had to survive
through silence.

The way she blunted her beak
against the seed of embodiment.

Love was what made her
the watery phoenix
of family lineage
and robed beach walker.

Existence gave her a body.
Being human
gave her love.

Look closely enough
into anyone
and you will find both.

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About skymeetingtheground

Healer, poet, author, yogi, single father...outdoorsy guy.
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One Response to Poem: Gave Her Love

  1. Mike & Sarah says:

    Amazing. Love the way you use nature to express yourself. The poem reminds me of Sarah.

    Like

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