Gentle Call

.
.
Small Bird, in the woods,
Is calling “Twit-too-too-weet”;
My pain drains away.
.
.
Bear … July 12, 2019
©Bearspawprint2019

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Ending

Convulsing
In paroxysms
Of grief
I have
Become
My own
Grandmother
Deceased
Long ago
Alone
Watching
Water flow
Ancestor
Mothers
Whispering
Our lives
Are now
Your
Daughter
Sorrow
Dismissed
By yowling
Pain
.
Agawela 05/14/2019
©Bearspawprint2019

Stars Out Of Season

.

Stuck tight between
The hard place
And the rock,
There is no way out.
What folly,
What naive faith,
Placed me here?
There is no water.
There is no warmth.
There are no trees,
No voices, no birds,
Just the rock,
And the hard place,
Rubbing away
My skin,
Crushing my ribs,
If I dare breathe,
Or speak.
I can roll my eyes,
And conjure
Bitter jokes.
I can look up
To see the stars.
So deeply wedged
Am I that the
Sky seems
Always night.
I see the stars
Out of season.
Though I weary,
And I close
My eyes,
I call myself
Blessed by this
Gifted view of
Daytime stars.

Bear 11/25/2018
©Bearspawprint2018

Pure Double-D

“THE MOST

CRIPPLING HUMAN

DISABILITY IS

BULLHEADED PRIDE,

CLOSELY FOLLOWED

BY PURE-DOUBLE-D

MEANNESS.”
Agawela
ⓒBearspawprint2017