Wayra Shaman

Euphoric hope spills
                                        from my eyes gleaming with love,
                                                  ambrosial shaman enchants
                                                         aching sobs of my son;

I see him mourn next to my corpse.
May 21, 2020 WEAVING A WAYRA Poetry Contest Sponsor: nette onclaud Theme: Shaman Winner: 2nd Place
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Marcum Wong Avatar
May 23, 2020 at 12:53 PM
The most important thing we take with us when we die are our emotions. It’s a sad but beautiful piece of Aditi. Congratulations on your podium win! Blessings xxoo
Mishra Avatar
May 23, 2020 at 7:28 PM
Emotions that bind us also liberate us. Thank you for your kind words of appreciation Connie :)
Onclaud Avatar
May 23, 2020 at 4:42 AM
how difficult to let go and yet this poem lifts the spirit, aditi, perhaps yours too...warm congrats on your high slot in my contest...huggs
Mishra Avatar
May 23, 2020 at 10:19 AM
I believe hope is an undying trait inside every human and it resurfaces in each phase. Thank you for giving thought provoking themes in your contest and for this placement Nette :)
Watt Avatar
May 21, 2020 at 6:50 PM
You have once again nicely blended sadness with hope in your beautiful poetry. A lovely take on the shaman choice, though always hard to imagine having to say goodbye to a child or parent. Best wishes in the contest, Aditi, I'm sure this will do well.
Mishra Avatar
May 21, 2020 at 10:42 PM
It is definitely hard and sad to say goodbye especially with the deceased in peace and the living in mourning. Thank you for your kind words of appreciation John. :)
Callus Avatar
May 21, 2020 at 1:32 PM
I see this as the love of a mother who relies on the spiritual healing of her son. Hope I got it right, Aditi. ~ Regards // paul
Mishra Avatar
May 21, 2020 at 1:36 PM
Your interpretation could be one way Paul. The other could be that the son wishes to release his mother's spirit from the body and she watches him with love.
Pandit Avatar
May 21, 2020 at 6:45 AM
I like the turn in the ending line, Aditi.
Mishra Avatar
May 21, 2020 at 6:48 AM
Thank you Vijay :)
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