Sunday, August 2, 2020

DREAMTIME

Sunday Muse #119, when we are asked
to write a poem inspired by the
photographic image provided.
Submitted to The Sunday Muse
August 2, 2020
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Speak to me Sister Owl of the dreamtime*
and the songline of my people.
Take me back to my belonging place,
to the everywhen before the stolen
generations of my clan.  Fill the emptiness
in my soul.  Sing me back to my beginnings.
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*Some terms here are taken from the language of the Australian aboriginals.  

13 comments:

  1. A longing for self and heritage, lovely poem. Thank you for dropping by my sumie Sunday today

    Muchđź’–love

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  2. Sing me back to my beginnings - beautiful

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  3. I cant tell you how much I love this, and how it resonates. I love every line - the dreamtime, the songlines, "take me back to my belonging place"........just gorgeous.

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  4. I like "belonging place." That says so much in.

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  5. Simply gorgeous Beverly! Sing me back to my beginnings, that really speaks to my heart!

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  6. We all want to go back to our origins :( wish we could

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  7. Oh, to go back to beginnings...I think we all have that yearning.

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  8. This speaks to a particular emptiness--what are the hope lines that run through us?

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  9. So deep...let that emptiness fill ...loved the last line so much!

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  10. I love how you really brought out that sense of 'oneness'...bravo!

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  11. I love to go back to my beginnings, most of them I have. Germany, England, Isle of Man. One's thoughts change when that visit is made. Mrs. Jim is France, she actually found living relatives still in the homeland towns. Good write!!
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  12. Looks like we were on the same wavelength with this prompt.

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