Hoot Owl sleeps

Hoot Owl sleeps

A Poem by kmartell

bewilderment is a night word

the souls' lift-off ,

the owl flashes,  the moon

 

has a face

 

 

memory' captures the heart

like that, an owl's talons sudden ripping.

 

dreams are memories  without legs,

nature is

brutish at night  and  revelations

come across

a snowy field

 

 

it is 

how we find out

who we are...

for even  bewilderment edifies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2012 kmartell


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very interesting .. needed to read several times .. i love owls .. silent night stalkers .. and the Snowy is a very rare sight ..

its so strange how we lay at night with thoughts that at first are joined and within reason .. but so swiftly we slip into that other place .. i don't usually put much substance to my dreams other than take note if i remember them ... i sometimes share them with those close to me .. just because ;)

your closing line for me is the most important one .. i will meditate on an edifying bewilderment :)
E.

Posted 9 Years Ago


the sleepless nights when thoughts flit about like flocks of owls and dreams pen revelation..soul-nightmares- there is a fragile power to this one

Posted 11 Years Ago


how did i miss this one? an amazing deep look at something we are all burdened with sometimes

Posted 11 Years Ago



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kmartell
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