bearwalking

michael raven poems January 25, 2023 1 Minute

bear used to
step inside
my skin
roar until
both of us
were exhausted

then--
i fell miles to
my bed

lumbering forth
weary for the
barren fells

Published January 25, 2023

9 thoughts on “bearwalking”

tara caribou says:

January 25, 2023 at 11:25 pm

I love this. What a dreamworld.

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1. michael raven says:
  
  January 26, 2023 at 6:56 am
  
  Dreamworld? 😉
  
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  1. tara caribou says:
    
    January 26, 2023 at 7:04 pm
    
    It’s just the way my brain works, Michael. Maybe don’t question it… I don’t 🤣🤣
    
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    1. michael raven says:
      
      January 26, 2023 at 7:16 pm
      
      😀
      
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chrisnelson61 says:

January 26, 2023 at 4:28 am

Where does that inner Roar dissappear to? Is it because we don’t feed it enough, or perhaps because, knowing it’s inside us, we assume that it will always be there? A well posed question, Michael.

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1. michael raven says:
  
  January 26, 2023 at 6:58 am
  
  It wouldn’t surprise me if it is subconscious suppression out of fear we may lose ourselves in the mists.
  
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  1. chrisnelson61 says:
    
    January 26, 2023 at 10:40 am
    
    You make a very good point here.
    
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Bridgette says:

January 30, 2023 at 3:43 pm

I’ve been known to let the bear crawl inside me from time to time. I love the line “i fell miles to my bed”—it does feel like miles at times.

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1. michael raven says:
  
  January 30, 2023 at 4:01 pm
  
  A slow tumble downward.
  
  Hopefully yours isn’t the grump mine can be.
  
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