Guardians Held in Quiet Reverence

Guardians Held in Quiet Reverence …

Guardians Held in Quiet Reverence
A Quiet Reverence

A quiet reverence…

Held in reverence
guardians
look through owl’s eyes
soft and silent
wings tracing the shifting wind

A feather falls
trailing beneath my step
messages…
I comb away the mud and gravel
pruning it back to its proper shape

My rendition
unable to escape the silence
trapped beneath my tongue…
superstition
pinched between my fingertips

I want to listen…
perhaps I’ll hear the ocean
perhaps I’ll hear the voices of trees
someplace free
where everything seems clear

I brush my cheek, with its quiet
somehow understanding
a passing moment of reverence
another hour gone by…
the beauty of an owl flown by.

Melissa Hougard

I have always enjoyed writing as a creative and healing outlet. Although I am not a formally trained poet, I have found a natural inclination to explore its remarkable power and beauty.

I gravitate towards rhyming verse, free of any constraints, and strive to create an experience through sound, flow, and imagery. I am a writer at Allpoetry.com. and a proud Mother of two beautiful boys.

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Melissa Hougard

I have always enjoyed writing as a creative and healing outlet. Although I am not a formally trained poet, I have found a natural inclination to explore its remarkable power and beauty. I gravitate towards rhyming verse, free of any constraints, and strive to create an experience through sound, flow, and imagery. I am a writer at Allpoetry.com. and a proud Mother of two beautiful boys. Thank you for visiting.

6 thoughts on “Guardians Held in Quiet Reverence

  • April 26, 2017 at 4:30 PM
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    Very interesting and well penned verse, Mel. I love verses like this, for they linger and make me think. Well done.

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    • April 26, 2017 at 8:17 PM
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      Thank you Phyllis, I have always had an affinity for owls. One tried to pick me up as a small child, in Casper Wyoming. I of course never forgot it. Throughout my life, I have had several more unusual encounters at points of transition…my totem animal, so to speak. Appreciate the comment. 🙂

      Best,
      Mel

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  • April 27, 2017 at 5:35 AM
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    Melissa, owls often seem to be represented as “guardians” e.g. The animated movie, and many people hold them in a kind of awe. A very interesting and well penned poem.

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  • April 28, 2017 at 10:04 AM
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    Yes, thank you kindly John. Appreciate the comment.

    Best,
    Mel

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  • July 21, 2017 at 6:23 AM
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    I have an affinity to winged birds, especially the eagle. I love their flight and how they hunt their prey. Owls intrigue me too, how they can turn their heads like that is simply a miracle. You were truly blesses to find a feather, I hope you cherished it. Feathers falling in our path is a sign often sent by an angel to let us know they are watching over us. I have a few feathers I cherish, one is a bookmark in one of my journals, another is more sacred and placed in a safe place. This was a magnificent reverent poem to the owl, may they always play a role in your life Melissa.

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  • July 26, 2017 at 10:00 AM
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    Thank you kindly, Vincent. I do cherish my feather, as well as others along the way. It’s nice to know that you keep some too. 🙂

    Best,
    Mel

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