Blood, Breath, ShadowsA Poem by DeleVan Sonta-an DellErbaThen there was life. But first there was blood. The scarlet stream running through veined seams, the pulse of passion blessing a thousand dreams. Blood, the word we cringe at but that the substance of life hinges on. Blood heard in a heartache song, blood smelled from a new womb, blood bled from a bully's gun, blood remembered at the tomb, blood which makes us all one, blood after a raged monsoon, blood of war, blood of love, blood of lore, blood of the dove. And what of this love? It is the blood that my heart is full of, overflowing with; it is my humanity that gives blood honor and divinity that is blood's donor.
And then breath. Blessed breath. The inhale of it, the exhale... T he taking in, the releasing out. Breath is a giver and a taker, a maker of mystery, a lover of vulnerability. Breath is a peacekeeper, an inventor, a protector. Breath stares death in the face and says I dare you to stop me. Breath is a warrior of the wise, carrying words as weapons in disguise, stilling arrogance, slaying ignorance. Breath is a newness and an ancient hush, a trueness of quiescence, a must. Breath in nearness felt like dust in darkness. Breath on skin, breath lets the light in. Into the shadows the breath goes on, a song in the blackness, a shadows song.
Yes the shadows. Shadow shapes, shadow landscapes, let the shadows erase your ache. Such quietness in the surrender, such sweetness of the soul. The shadows wash over me, they are like rain on the stains of my pain. Silk silhouettes of sanctity, they move in and out of life, playing with light, sacred sight, jesters of the journey, dancers of destiny. The shadows are lovers of the sun, they are one with the rays of revealing. They are what is seen when your back is towards the sun; they show us we are the same as everyone. In shadows breath is born and
blood is buried. © 2015 DeleVan Sonta-an DellErba |
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1 Review Added on January 13, 2015 Last Updated on January 13, 2015 AuthorDeleVan Sonta-an DellErbaTucson, AZAboutI love anything creative---art, poetry, music, dancing, working with the earth, staring at the stars, loving with arms wide open, looking into eyes deeply, caring for others, birth, rebirth, transform.. more..Writing
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