This morning is still…so still that it invades me…heartbeat slows…breath deepens. And, for a moment I believe with all my soul that whatever will be…can be….

The only sound…an owl cutting through the darkness…resonant and pure…

Who, he asks

Who…

Stately and noble I imagine him to be…commanding of his chosen perch and even of the night itself…

The moon is so far away from full that darkness shrouds the world in pitch…making his call more poignant with every moment…

Who are you…who were you once upon a time…who will you be when given the chance…one day…

Who does he ask…who will listen…anyone…or only me…

Who do you sing to across the unknown…who do you dance with upon the deep…

Who whispers tenderly when no one hears…who blows kisses when no one sees…

Who cares for you when all other eyes are sleeping…who do you dream of in your night’s repose…

Who do you silently suppose…

Who makes a difference in who you are…whether near or far…who, my love…

Who, he queries endlessly…flying me high on his wondering wings…

Day approaches and his notes suddenly become as silent as he is invisible to me…

Deeper into the trees he makes his way…once again he waits in solitude for the starry night to return in soft embrace…leaving me to face the light on my own…

With nothing but the echo of his solitary question thundering through my slowly beating heart…

who…

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ellie894 May 2018

40 thoughts on “who…”

  3. Who is it hiding behind the bushes and who just flew over my head? I often wonder in my walks. Do they ask the same question too? I am small and insignificant in comparison to the night sky and the woods. I love the tranquility of your words and picture. ❤

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  7. It’s a vivid scene you created Suzanne. It feels so real that I can see you and your lovely dog wandering in the woods at the break of dawn. Or am I wandering too, in search of the lake? In search of an answer? The owl reads a note, but it’s not a note, he reads my mind. Those are the questions I’ve been asking myself.

    Beautiful Suzanne ❤️

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    1. Oh indeed Isabelle 😌…there you are…searching and hearing his call…and where is he? so hard to see with your eyes…but your heart is open…waiting…thank you Isabelle ❤️

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      1. What I find fascinating about literary works is its multiple interpretations Suzanne. The general theme/message might be interpreted in the similar way by the vast majority of readers, but the details or essence is open to individual interpretations depending on the readers’ unique literary interest, their life in general and experiences, even the particular mood they have at the moment when the reading is taking place. When I was reading “Who…”, I had a slight sad feeling, it felt like I was searching for something but nobody knew what it was. Even worse, I didn’t quite know it myself. I had a slight feeling of what it was but I couldn’t grasp it. Then it was a feeling of lost, as if no one really understood me in this world. And I couldn’t understand myself either. What am I searching for….. just some thoughts Suzanne 😊

        The date is now set, I’m reading Clyde for the children as well as the staff next Thursday. I look forward to it, really. Will make sure to do some preparatory work. It would be lovely. Will let you know how it goes later. Take care Suzanne 😊❤️

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      2. Definitely Isabelle! When you write, the words have meaning to you. But the moment you share them they are no longer just yours. Ten people may read and each find a different perspective. It’s lovely really. His question caught at me as well and like you I felt a little lost. Thank you for sharing such intriguing thoughts. Over a cup of tea…what a wonderful way to spend a nice long while. 😊

        Best wishes with Clyde. I’ll be happy to hear how it goes. Thank you 🌷 take care Isabelle 😊❤️

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  13. Very beautiful. It reminds me of the close of Yes’s song “Awaken:”

    Like the time I ran away
    and turned around
    and you were standing close to me

    Devotional hymns use the form “You,” implying God in the second person. You’ve turned it into “Who,” both in the owl’s literal cry and in the implicit question.

    Goodness, how deep your work is getting! Keep it up! And thanks for the like on mine.

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    1. Thank you, I listened to “Awaken”. It’s beautiful and the lyrics you shared are very spot on with the feeling of the owl and his question…or mine as the case may be.

      The like is my pleasure. I enjoy your writing and your open minded searching.

      There are so many wonderful things to think about and puzzling ones. Thank you kindly for your thoughtful comment. 😊

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      1. Absolutely. Thank you for taking the 15 minutes to audit the Yes. Also the same amt of time to digest the Coleridge. I wouldn’t want to steer you too much, however. Just trying to inspire you so you may develop your own voice to its best advantage… I think there are multiple recordings, considering the live ones, of “Awaken” on YouTube. My fave is the original studio version, where much of the ethereal effect comes from steel guitar, believe it or not. There is a real boys’ choir, a real church organ, real harp, and I’m sure a lot of dough dumped into the 1977 version on _Going for the One_.

        Good week to you as well. It’s really nice to have someone take the time to check out my suggestions. Time is limited for almost everyone. Some people just plain don’t have the patience or attn span for the pearls I offer them. Blessings on you, then, for being different 🙂

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      2. Yes was worth the time and I did choose the studio version. A harp is such a lovely instrument. we don’t hear enough of it. I just realized you recommended something involving a harp twice, nice. Coleridge I’ll read a few times more. Words like those take more than one read. I enjoy your suggestions. They’re well chosen and give my thoughts fresh air. Thank you for the suggestions and the blessings. Same to you 😊

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      3. I hadn’t noticed that about harp; thanks. Guess I had heaven on the brain. You know, the angels plucking lyres above the clouds — Elmer Fudd style.

        I made a new poem this morning, “Strength of Tenderness.” Give a read? Thanks.

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