BTT #54: Rabbit, Wolf, Blossom, and the Wind.

On By Lona GyntIn Poetry

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Rabbit, Wolf, Blossom, and the Wind
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Rabbit trembled,
Awakening from nothing
Into loneliness.
Wolf sniffed,
“You are many,” he breathed,
Eyes gleaming.
“I am one,” she answered
“Blossoms are many,
Steeped in morning glisten.”
Blossom quivered
Beneath her paw.
Wind drifted
Back softly
Stilling their hunger,
Whispering one word…
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“Listen.”
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-Lona Gynt,  January 2019
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This is posted for dVerse, Hosted by Mish.  Mish has instructed us to write a quadrille.  A quadrille is a form with only two rules:  it must be exactly 44 words long (excluding the title), and it must contain a specific prompted word.  Mish has instructed to included a form of the word “steep.”  I have come to love the concise and addictive rhythm of a quadrille trail.  Here is the link to the trail… JOIN US!  🙂
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All rights reserved for text to Lona Gynt, January 2019.  Artwork is also by Lona Gynt, and All rights reserved.  I couldn’t find the right picture, so I made one, medium is ballpoint on copier.
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35 thoughts on “BTT #54: Rabbit, Wolf, Blossom, and the Wind.”

  1. This is magical. It somehow brings to mind the closing lyrics of Leonard Cohen’s song Stories Of The Street.

    “We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky,
    and lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye.”

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    1. Jane! Wow! Thank you, those words by Cohen describe so well how I was feeling when I dreamed this. 15 minutes, and that song will be playing in my car. I am humbled by the high praise. Thank you my friend. 🙂

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  5. Wind drifted
    Back softly
    Stilling their hunger,
    Whispering one word…
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    “Listen.”

    so beautiful – to just be called like that, and still the heart for a moment – your poem takes me on a journey deep into my own solitude

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    1. I am so glad you see that aspect. I dreamed this as I was waking up this morning, I had a profound feeling of peace lying next to the wolf, fear having vanished. I read about Native American symbolisms for rabbit and wolf with great interest as I started the quadrille.

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  8. I loved that it was the wind to bring the calm, the pause to listen. I used to work in a Native American daycare/preschool. The wolf, rabbit, flowers and wind were words we spoke in Ojibway to promote the native language. Just a little share of Ojibway translations in case you are interested…..
    Wolf = ma’iingan
    Rabbit = waboose
    Wind = noodin
    Flower = waabigwan

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    1. Words are an entry into understanding of a thing if not the thing itself, I am grateful for the translations, and tomorrow will see if I can find a pronunciation guide. So much of the world is lost when languages are lost. Wind figures so critically in so many cultures, a breath of life, or alternatively a storm force. Thank you for sharing your feelings here, and for hosting this go round Mish 🙂

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  11. Nora

    This is lovely – both concrete and enigmatic for me. Very much enjoy the Blossoms/Blossom play. For a moment, I flashed to the scene in Bambi with Blossom the skunk in the mess o’ flowers, but of course the Rabbit there is Thumper.

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  13. Ooh, how magical is this revelation/observation! I love how “listen” is the word that stills “their hunger”. Such a ponderous word-play compounded by the gentle flow and rhythm.
    This kind of craftsmanship is wonderful, Lona! It is always a pleasure to read you. 🙂

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  15. Enigmatic and mystical, Lona, very enjoyable. the idea of “Awakening from nothing into loneliness” resonates particularly with me. I fear that hunger is never stilled for long. Perhaps eventually, it is possible to wake from loneliness, but what dreams may come then. Note: I “borrowed” that last bit. 😸

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