As
I sat down to write, it wasn’t a poem I thought I had living in my heart in
that moment, waiting to emerge...
I didn’t know what it was, just that it was
waiting to be heard, as I knew I had to grapple with the feelings I describe
below, of feeling out of sorts, more heavy than free. I was caught off guard by
the unexpected gift of stark imagery, of trees and birds, their gorgeous
free-flowing, natural beauty; I felt them dwelling inside me and also hovering,
just outside my grasp. As I envisioned the sunbird and the willow, I let myself
go on a journey with them as they spoke to me, and let me express my hopes and
fears. I hope you enjoy!
William by Kim Seng |
Sunbird and Willow
by
Tammy T. Stone
As
the sunbird sings
The
willow inside of me,
In
her lush plumy softness
Sweeps
toward the ground,
All
grace, but I’m still
In
a state of unbelieving
As
I watch her begin
The
floating down
Draping
the wind of me
With
her lavish, kind,
Caressing
weight
The
willow glowing,
Having
embraced the perfect
Light,
now offering a
Bottomless
place to rest,
The
strong, delicate formation
Of
freedom abounding
She
brightens at the sound
Of
the sunbird above,
A
place that has also reached
The
depths of my being,
Their
colours made
For
each other,
Their
sounds echoing
The
rounded harmony
Of
Completion
But
between the two I
Now
hear myself falling
Because
I, unbelieving still,
Enter
the encumbered
Weight
of things, a curtain
Opaque
and unforgiving,
The
lovely willow on one side,
Joyous
sunbird flitting
Among
all that is
And
the willow too,
Finds
her way there,
Despite
every fear
I
have known
I
reach for where
The
willow goes
And
I vow
I
vow to fulfill the why
Of
my existence
By treading
through
What
separates us
By
coming softly upon
The
hard edges
Apartness
brings
And
even if I never find
The
bridge on which
The
willow and sunbird meet
Even
if I cannot dissolve
The
disquieting gravity
I
will spend a lifetime
Looking
for where I
Can
root and where
I can
fly.
Sunbird |
Tammy T. Stone is a Canadian writer, photographer and chronicler of life as it passes through us. Always a wanderer, she's endlessly mesmerized by people, places and everything in between; the world is somehow so vast and so small. She feels so lucky to have been able to work, learn, live and travel far and wide, writing, photographing and wellness-practicing along the way. She invites you to see some of her recent photography here and to connect with her on her writer's page, twitter and her blog, There’s No War in World, here.
~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~
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