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The hem of night

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posted on Nov, 4 2015 @ 08:08 AM
Ummm...I believe there's a Native American folklore about Owls calling the name of those about to pass from this life into the next...There was even a book and movie titled "I heard the Owl call my name".........I wanted to turn the premise of the tale on it's head...

Here's my attempt to do so...(I just wrote off the press)

The hem of night

The owl heard me call it’s name
Down from the night on wing it came
To perch upon my outstretched arm
And question hoo had wrought this charm

There beneath the hem of night
A second pair of wings in flight
Grasping air to graceful land
Upon that outstretching of hand

Am I their living favored perch
That they would pause here in their search
For tired souls to feed the game
They’d not called me I called their name

Am I the arbiter of life
Whose Owl’s seek those trapped by strife
Or an overly simplistic man
Who thought that he might pen the plan

Regardless what the message be
The Owls take comfort in me
While I here marvel at their grace
Caress their form by gaze I trace

This is a first draft...perhaps I'll rewrite it some day...


posted on Nov, 4 2015 @ 01:57 PM
a reply to: YouSir

I really like this one yousir

I love it when a poem just comes to me and I just let it flow. Thanks for sharing! Enjoy the day

posted on Nov, 5 2015 @ 06:31 AM
a reply to: natalia

Ummm...I know what you mean Nat...sometimes it's like that and other times I struggle to find the right word or phrase...
But then I think...Edit...and everything seems alright after that...

Be well my friend...



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