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A Poem by Bruce Owens

June 30, 2017

 

 

 

 

 

I enter the woods and trespass through the quiet gates 
I see my life in one leaf as it falls through the light
and I go about soliciting the mystery of this place
The deep beauty of the woods prosecutes me
with autumn fire
as it burns to the core of what I am
branding my bones with finality
The trees stand tall and in the their own shadows 
are the keepers of the law

I find a deer trail among the trees
and follow these graceful creatures down to a stream
where I can be found loitering among my dreams
The rustling water purls over the rocks
to a still pool where I find my divine face
mirrored in the splendor of who I truly am
I am no longer the offender in this place 
in the woods where I kneel at the bank
and cup my hands to drink the icy water

I have become the freedom of the water I sing
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© 2017 By Bruce Owens

 

Bruce Owens has been writing poetry for 50 years. One of his poems appeared in the Robinson Jeffers Newsletter (No. 93 & 94, Winter & Spring) in tribute to friend, and fellow poet William Everson. He has been a guest lecturer at various colleges in California, lecturing on the nature of the creative process, and he has conducted poetry workshops, mainly with young adults, especially those struggling with various addictions or having come from an abusive household, using poetry as an instrument of discovery for both self, and as an entry into the world around us. His collection of poems: Eddies in the Rush (ISBN 0-971256-0-0 [149 pg.]) was endorsed by C.C. Bailey and poet William Stafford (1914-1993) a "National Book Award recipient." You can learn more about Bruce on his Facebook page here: Bruce Owens Poetry

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