"Story"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem on the essence of a story. (Written about two years ago.)

Submitted: July 06, 2012

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Story


“Mother,” a young girl asks
“What is a story?”
Her mother pauses
And turns to her child
And says,

A Story is alive
As are you and I.
A Story beats with the heart
Of all those who have strained an ear to listen.
On the breath of a Storyteller
A Story soars.
A Story is rushed with blood,
Layered with skin.
A Story is a child
Learning as it goes.
A Story is a mother
Caring, teaching, those
Who listen.

A bear cub asks his father
“What is a story?”
The big bear pauses
And turns to his child
And says,

A Story is a bee,
The caretaker of the honey,
Flying so straight and swift
You can only catch the hum of its passing.
A Story is a snake
That moves so slowly
It seems motionless
Curled up in the sun.
A Story can vanish
Like smoke in the wind
A Story can linger
Like perfume in a
Bear's nose.

I am a Storyteller,
But I have told no Story.
It waits to be told
Deep in my heart.
Dormant like a bear
In winter.
Patient, like a mother for her child.
It is my Story.
Whisper it now,
And remember the tale
I tell you
While the sun shines upon us.


© Copyright 2017 Jett Watson. All rights reserved.

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