Category Archives: prose

Gentle Call

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

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What Trees Ask

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Heavy in moonlight,
Motionless, saturated,
Dark trees ask nothing.
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06.18.2019
Bear ©Bearspawprint2019

Hollow Flesh

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His flesh is empty.
His voice is
The Black Wind
Carrying no message.
Behind his eyes
Linger screams
Of children,
Destroyed.
His ears are stoppered
With deceit and lies.
He is death
Clothed in
Platitudes.
He is Hollow Flesh.
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Agawela 05/19/2019
©Bearspawprint 2019

Lotus Grows In Mud

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Their hearts
Opened
Revealing
Only mud.
One
Lotus seed
Was
Planted
Within
Each heart.
In which
Lifetime
Will awareness
Sprout?
The Lotus
Flower
Exists
Fully formed
Within
The seed.
Waiting
And eternity
Are one.

Bear Agawela 0/16/2019
©Bearspawprint 2019

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
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Agawela 05/14/2019
©Bearspawprint2019