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