He came with a heavy fluttering of wings,
Casting a black shadow on the moonlit earth,
I heard him land and bend the limb of the tree,
And wondered what the hell it could be...
I heard him call to me,
A questioning whoo…whoo?
And I whispered back,
It’s just me...
White wings fluttered and then settled down,
His eyes pierced my soul,
And he asked again,
Whooo...whoo?
The legends of my people,
Passed through my mind,
I knew he was not here to be kind,
Go! I hissed,
There is no one here for you!
But he sat so still,
Staring at me with those eyes,
And saw my sister reflected,
In a shroud of white...
No! I said again,
She is not for you!
But he simply stared,
With his wise eyes,
And I felt my heart begin to die…
Whoo…Whoo?
He called again,
I threw a rock at him,
He turned his head,
And watched it hit the ground,
Then fluttered his wings and took wind,
Calling softly behind him,
Whoo…Whoo?
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Reviews of "She Is Not For You..."
Reviewed by Randal Files (Reader)
Reviewed on November 26, 2004
Wow! This touches you on so many levels! I loved it. Give us more!
Reviewed by Sanil nath (Reader)
Reviewed on November 13, 2004
This is Excellent Write ...
Nice Poetry ...
Nice Imagination ...
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Reviewed by Kathleen Herrick (Reader)
Reviewed on November 6, 2004
Nobody at deaths door for the owl to take away? Do tell what this is all about sometime. Please... ;)
Rein, this is so unique. I love how you blend the words as spearate liken to a relationship and then liken to being one with nature as we are rightly so. Fantastic parallel in culture, nature, and relationships.
Captivating verses and overall creation, Retta. Thank you. Love and peace to you. Regis
Reviewed by Simon Thurlow (Reader)
Reviewed on November 6, 2004
I'm often awed at the beliefs of the native americans. The world is slowly turning to show that these beliefs have a lot more meaning than first realised. Interestingly, those beliefs are not that different from those of the ancient Celts. Therefore there must be something in it.
This is a departure, for me at least, from what I associate with you, Retta, but no less spiritual and insightful. No, maybe I'm wrong here: it is me who has not appreciated that you have just shifted your focus from the human to the animal kingdom - and I am sure that all interconnect in spiritual terms. Powerful observational detail with minimal strokes. Much said whilst being yet beautifully understated. Makes us all want to chorus: "She is NOT for you!!" An iron fist in a velvet glove... TY Kate xx
Hey Reindeer lady, this is kinda neato, I liked it alot, very metaphysical so to speak...next time use a hose, he would know whoo for sure then, LOL! Peace, Ed & Rufuz (ps: I love to chase birdies if you want me to come and do it for you...luv, Rufuz)
Pay no mind to Andy, he was dropped on his head when he was a child. I really liked the surrealism within this finely-written poem. Your composition and the way you wove your words, it wasn't hard for me to imagine the rustling of the owl's winds and the creak of the tree limb as he landed on it. Good stuff.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on November 3, 2004
Sounds a bit like a whoo whoo train...
This is a great, kinda mystical write.
Loved it Rein...
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on November 3, 2004
So deep this one Retta, gave me a chill. Intense yet understate. An exquisite poem of layers.
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Nice Poetry ...
Nice Imagination ...
N
Great write Retta
Loved this write, chilling yet strangely amusing, hmmmmm maybe it's just my perceptions :)
Ch'erie
The truth is in our heart already. Unique poem. Franz
"She Is Not For You" is tantamount to your poetic uniqueness, craft, and conviction - exceptional!!
Robert
each words resonates with intensity and emotion. a truly haunting, moving, deeply felt write. well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
which you do so perfectly! Hope it isn't an omen!
Love Tinka
Joy and starlight
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This is a great, kinda mystical write.
Loved it Rein...