Some days its hard to milk the creative cow. And it really was slow going today. And then I thought…what would Mary Oliver do? And the line of her poetry from Wild Geese came to me…let the soft animal of your body love what it loves…It set off a train of thought about one’s more basic desires,or cravings. Not just physical desires, but emotional and soul desires and a list began to emerge….butter…kisses…bear hugs…bridges..sandy beaches. And that prompted another train of thought that recalled a discussion thread about power animals or spirit animals. And so, finally, some poetry practice getting banged out on the keyboard.
My Soft Animal Body
Bear in a cave
Paw in a honey pot
Bear in a rage
Claw poised to give a swat
Bear hibernates
Though time forgets me not
Bears its sweet fate
Cubs to lick into shape
Childhood playmates
In fairy glen landscape
Bears live it large
This is their charge
Bear’s true grace
Is in their embrace
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