The Willow, The Rapids

 

Morning…

This poem, which I am about to ‘makeup’ in this moment, is from the prompt given on the NaPoWriMo.net page.

I read a beautiful poem there by Claire Wahmanholm, The Meadow, The River, that inspired this moment of flow.

Let me see what’s going to pour out …

~~~  The Willow, The Rapids ~~~~~

My eyes followed the half of her

that went into the river

Her other half fluttered in the wind

Caught in the droop of willow branches

Holding her in a delicate balance

~

I tried to catch one of her eyes

The one in the tree held to silence

Closed and serene

The one in the rapids

Wild like the water consuming her

~

Should I save her from drowning?

In the wildness of herself?

Should I save her from the whip of the winds

In the fresh calm of herself?

I laid myself perfectly at the tip of that pinpoint

~

I felt into the drown of my wild concerns

Breathing into the serenity of the winds caress

Feeling into the desire of both of those halves

in the surrender of perceive wholeness

Making a break from each other

~

There was a losing to find

There was a split of understand

The hologram of wholeness was breathing water

And each breath took in the rapids.

Swimming in the wind has its answers

~

 

~~ cc jeanne adwani