Stand with me
against the wind
behind the tree.
The owl that sees in the dark
in the world’s dormancy
experiencing the world
I wonder what does he see?
The elder says
what will be will be,
yet I find hope can fall
like a brick from a balcony.
My fear of heights has been healed
because you flew with me
and I remember the letter
you wrote recently.
You said all I had to do
was for me to be me.
A feather as a bookmark;
you are part of my history.
That’s what happens
when you stand with me.
Artwork by Bo Davey: https://www.facebook.com/bo.davey?fref=ts
Beautiful, I hear you in the words. I hope you sent over to Survivors. Perfect for any day.
M 🙂
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I’ve linked you in my recent post! I hope you don’t mind! ❤
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I think I would always have a hard time saying no to you ❤
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You spoil me so! I adore you for it. ❤ xoxo
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Beautiful poem. Finding someone who helps us to override our fears is priceless… 💙
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Isn’t that all we can be? We are enough! And how great it is if we also have someone at our back!
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My fear of heights has been healed because you flew with me. Love this!
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So much to love about this piece! Owls are very dear to me as our Tennis team was named “The Hooters,” not for reasons that relate to the restaurant chain, but because on our way to districts we passed a garage sale and one of our teammates screamed “STOP!! I need those Hooters!” There were two “giant” ceramic owls…I’m talking 3ft tall by at least 2ft each. She brokered a deal and then I was left to figure out how to fit them in a Toyota Tercel with 4 women and their tennis gear!! Great memory 😉
But I love the power behind the message and it seems you respect this elder who so obviously knows you well! And the art is incredible…I thought it was a carving at first! Who is Bo…and I wonder what artistic expression is lying dormant in your soul???
Much love ♡♡
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Hi Lorrie, well I am Bo…aka, Harlons brother. I love your comment about artistic expression in my soul. You have no idea. At 55 years old, through many lifelong battles of my own…I am counting on it coming out. Trying to figure out my own website and story to tell at boslifeinart. Unfortunatly this artist with a degree in math and computer science does not appreciate technology. Much love is right…for all of us. For now you can view my past works of art on facebook in my painting album, but what is emerging now is the story…just as you predicted.
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Hi Bo! I am so delighted to meet you, my dear friend Harlon’s brother! So the longing of your soul keeps you up at night wishing to express itself through your hands?? Welcome to the club, Bo. It is the most exciting time of life when we connect to that inner voice and realize there is a story to tell!
I understand your comment about technology, though I try not to admit to my shortcomings out loud…something about it hitting the airwaves and all.
I look forward to watching your story unfold 🙂
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Simply beautiful
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Eyes wide open…
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Lovely poem, Harlon, and a beautiful owl painting from another of the talented Davey’s!
I have to say the image you gave of seeing through the darkness, where others cannot, was powerful in this piece. There is a great deal that lives just out of sight I think, within us, and all around us.
Peace, my friend!
Michael
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Owls are one of my favored creatures…so many symbols, images and images here, Har. hug
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I agree with Writing to Freedom…this could be a transcendental tribute, H. 🙂
Notably poignant, dear friend.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend!
Hugs,
J
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This is lovely~
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It’s a gift to have someone “stand” or simply be present with us. I don’t know your intention Harlon, but this could be a tribute to standing in unity and observance of Standing Rock or the other messy situations in the US and world right now. peace…
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