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SUNBIRD AND WILLOW by Tammy T. Stone

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 pagetwitter and her blog, There’s No War in World, here.



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