DEDICATIONS, PLEDGES, COMMITMENTS. For the past. For my own path. For surprises. For mistakes that worked so well. For tomorrow if I'm there. For the next real thing. Then for carrying it all through whatever is necessary. For following the little god who speaks only to me. --William Stafford

Sunday, April 10, 2011

UNEARTHING
This raw
wild beast that pants
and prowls unleashed
and roars
in me, and leaves
clawed footprints
on my soul
does not know
that somewhere
between the convulsive howls,
soft in this foul and dark
and hairy den, within
this pile of bones
I grow unseen
newfledged and untried
wings.

3 comments:

Annie said...

Hi Joyce.

I believe this is my first visit to your poetry blog and I'm so glad I did not miss this post. These words here are so powerful. Whether we are children and elders, this is an experience we can all relate to. Change is painful; the feeling of new freedom, from the change, is absolutely wild and exhilerating.

Re - your print you blog comment. I actually have been. Blog2print is an outstanding site. I'm currently in the process of printing my old blog "Scenes from a Slow Moving Train". When I finish that one , I'll be starting this one. It's a long process when done one at a time. I've broken the first blog into 3 month increments. Any bigger and it gets pricey.

Joyce Ellen Davis said...

Annie, I *heart* you!

Maureen said...

Oh! This one....

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1. In dreams I am often young and thin with long blond hair. 2. In real life I am no longer young, or thin, or blonde. 3. My back hurts. 4. I hate to sleep alone. (Fortunately I don't have to!) 5. My great grandfather had 2 wives at once. 6. I wish I had more self-discipline. (I was once fired from a teaching position in a private school because they said I was "too unstructured and undisciplined." --Who, me??? Naaaahhh....) 7. I do not blame my parents for this. Once, at a parent-teacher conference, the teacher told me my little boy was "spacey." We ALL are, I told her. The whole fan damily is spacey. She thought I was kidding. I wasn't. 8. I used to travel with a theater reperatory company. My parents weren't happy about this. 9. My mother was afraid that I would run off and paint flowers on my cheeks and live in a commune, and grow vegetables. I once smoked pot. ONE TIME. 10. I don't drink or smoke. (Or swear, much. Well, I drink milk, and water, and orange juice, and stuff. Cocoa. I love Pepsi.) 11. Most of my friends are invisible. 12. I am a poet and a writer. All of my writing on these pages is copyrighted. Borrowing (without acknowledgment) is a sin.