Day 06 :: 30 Poems in 30 Days April 2016

He Called, April 6, 2016, 30 poems in 30 days

He Called, April 6, 2016, 30 poems in 30 days

Today’s poem I sat in the wind. It just thrashed around me. I had gone to the place where the park attendant had said there were pelicans but as I sat there I had a feeling come over me. I really wanted to see a heron. The great blue heron has become a distant friend of mine that shows up in daily life at odd times and almost always jolts my awareness. Today I stared at the trees – where I saw no pelicans. The trees were flood damaged. About twenty feet up the trunks were black sticks from a far. The tops had already filled out green from the warm spring. I sat and watched the trees. That’s when I saw it, the blue heron and all the chaos in my mind like the wind around me, was calmed. It was a beautiful symbiotic moment in nature.

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One Response to Day 06 :: 30 Poems in 30 Days April 2016

  1. Michiel Carlier says:

    P30X Day 6

    As soon as he knew that you wrote ‘He Called’ – a poem in which you saw a heron – Sir Edward called. He demanded bread…

    Your sixth poem feels very natural and very peaceful, a poem you read to your child at bedtime. It has a lot of gentle movement in it. I love it. I would love to see the children’s book version of it, and maybe you could make the drawings. Wouldn’t it be great fun to make that and have it published? I think it would!

    ’He Called’ is so beautiful that I feel I shouldn’t say to much about it. I will just experience the energy of the poem. My x-ray machine stays in off-mode; that would involve too much thinking for this calm and meditative poem. It should reach me undisturbed by my own thoughts.
    Maybe only a little music in the background would be adding to the experience, for example ‘You’ by Nils Frahm. The children’s book could play that song when its front cover is opened, like a Christmas card. And in the background the sound of the wind in the trees at nightfall. And when you turn the last page, it makes the sound of a heron flying away in the distance.

    One line that stands out for me is ‘incarnated piece of sky’. Wow.

    After ‘and reminding me the way he did go’, complete silence.


    Ssssstephanie, well done.

    Sleep well.