Writing Prompt 12

Welcome to the twelfth day of our 30/30!

Your prompt today is:

 

Write a poem from the perspective of
your totem animal

 

 

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3 comments

  1. Thank you for this prompt. I did not know my totem until today.

    30/30 Day 12

    totem day

    this day is the day i met
    my new apprentice. she
    didn’t know about me and
    wanted to believe that
    the one who led her was
    closer to the earth than
    the sky and water. she
    wanted to believe that
    she would be guided by
    a grounding totem when
    she has always climbed
    through life. she wanted
    to think she needed to
    do what she always did
    as if she could not do
    more than what was done.
    this day is the day i met
    one who dreams her tomorrows
    one who feels soft whispers
    of morning. one who loves
    beyond her borders and keeps
    herself within the quiet of
    becoming, becoming, becoming
    like me, a swan, her totem.

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  2. In Praise of My Totem Animal

    My father is the owl
    and my brother, a great
    blue heron. I am Coyote,
    the shape shifter, lurking
    in shadows, silent, watchful.

    I am the loping figure across
    the pasture, the lifted head
    that scents a kill with which
    to feed my young. I sing on
    moonlit nights, make fields

    come alive with my voice
    joined with those of my pack.
    I appear to fly when in pursuit
    of rabbit or vole but in the autumn
    I become a snow goose, only

    for awhile, calling out in the
    deepest night, taking the lead
    in the Vs now and then, beating
    two wings, tucking two legs,
    but always returning to earth,

    the prairie, the wind, the icy
    pack of winter. I am dog, and
    keeper of the family. I am
    wisdom and manic energy.
    I am Mandan Sioux and Coyote.

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  3. Bugling, I call to my herd,
    knowing that together we are one,
    impenetrable, supported, strong.
    Even as the snow covers the grass,
    pawing and patient,
    we find that source of nourishment,
    enduring what others cannot endure,
    moving slow and steady into remote lands
    protected from the hunting masses
    that would diminish us to extinction.

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