She Spoke

Owl spoke
To me, last night. 
She gifted a word,
From her
Ancient language.
Misunderstanding,
Her intent,
I answered aloud,
Speaking
As an echo
The sound
Of the new word.
Owl spoke,
Again. 
I almost understood.
Almost.
I thanked
Grandmother Owl,
In English.
In silence,
She flew.
In darkness,
She flew.
Close to me,
She flew.
So close,
I saw her,
Against darkness. 
Then,
She was gone, 
In darkness. 
Grandmother
Spoke,
Once more,
Outside of time,
For me to remember,
The meaning. 
I will always
Know this word
In her language,
When again,
I hear her call.

The word 
She spoke is
Death. 
.
She Spoke
August 28, 2021
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ECHO

I am too 
Worn 
Out I blame 
Not my weary 
Small version of 
Existential 
Horror there is 
Only the endless 
The vastness of 
A universe 
Unrequited
My wailing song 
Of harmonics in 
Dissonant chords 
Is rippling forever 
Unheard
In nowhere 
Not music 
Accepting me 
Taking me
Beyond my puny 
Perceptions 
Still there is 
No echo 
.
ECHO
29June2021
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Bygones

So much has been right,

Of which we do not

Want to loose sight;

But to ignore the wrong

Makes the hurt

Last too long.

.

Agawela 3.15.2021

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The Silence of Thorns

No longer

May I live

Near human

People so politely

Ignorant I scream

Uncaring civilized

And cry wailing

Too much and

Not enough bereft

Of the Veil

Some days all nights

Continuously calling

Screaming despair

While writing

While sewing

While making love

While mending

While wandering silent

Creating reasons

Of disillusioned basic

Belief agreement

Thinking unacceptable

Discordant weeping

While cooking sleeping

Other beings cringe

Shrinking from

My broken primal

Screaming wailing

Cries follow me

My own meteor tail

Of illuminated grief

What will never be

Yet waves flow

Rippling eternal

Illusion adorns my

Body as garments

Woven from despair

Sorrowing siren calls

I may never find the

Echoing perimeter

Of pain heartache

Buzzing louder

Harmonic pulses

Louder scream song

Enduring in the shouted

Silence continuously

I wail Anguish

Impenetrable

This barrier of Banshee

Screeching thorns

.

Agawela 03-13-2021

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Dissonance

By the riverside,

We walked, myself, and three dogs.

The dogs were content.

.

Bear 23November2020

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