Day 3… NaPoWriMo.net
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A cry, a call, a want?
There is easy in blocking out
the smells and sounds of surroundings
In the sensorial complexity of Awareness
Missing the small voice, the delicate whisper,
the hushed wail of hungry yearning
So quiet that only in silence might
our senses notice
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And maybe there is no sound to the human
ear, but a aching wisp of breeze that surrenders
the cry, the call, the want to a tender caress
only recognized for our own need to be heard,
To be touched
To be noticed
Because the voice of you fails in your lack of trust
Your forgotten sovereignty,
Your forgotten wholeness.
You forgot yourself connected
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And Yet there you are
Standing serene and tall, budding out
in Spring’s early show, willing in the repeat
The roots of you reaching, reaching
in the quiet cool underground of life force
Seeking in the cool dark earth for others
in the weave of this capillary life of remembrance
in this rooted stability of ancient knowing
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I witness you
I see you,
I feel the tender roots of you
Your budding excites me
Your Courage is mine
Your call, your cry, your want
is of us all
I hear you
I am You
I am that.
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Dear Jeanne,
I’m enjoying your poetry very much! Great job on three days of writing so far.
This poem holds such a tender and profound message.
You go, woman!
Hugs,
Linda
On Wed, Apr 3, 2019 at 10:21 AM Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl wrote:
> geezergirl1 posted: ” Day 3… NaPoWriMo.net ~ A cry, a call, a want? There > is easy in blocking out the smells and sounds of surroundings In the > sensorial complexity of Awareness Missing the small voice, the delicate > whisper, the hushed wail of hungry yearning So quiet ” >
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Thanks Linda. xo
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