Guardians Held in Quiet Reverence
Guardians Held in 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.
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.
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.
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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.
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
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.
Yes, thank you kindly John. Appreciate the comment.
Best,
Mel
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.
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