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H. Hennenburg: human being, lover of truth and wonder, poet, woodworker, general serial craftsperson, traveller AND homebody, loves her family and friends (including the furry ones) and cherishes the great good fortune of having them.

Release The Hounds

Posted on 22 May 20197 August 2019 by H. Hennenburg
Image by Maja Dumat of dog rolling by meadow introducing poem titled Release The Hounds by H. Hennenburg.
Photo by Maja Dumat © 2017.

Kindness
Has arrived at this doorstep
An open playground beyond.
Withering brilliance
Falls away for truer light.
Predisposed to love as I am,
What choice do I have but to play?
For I am one
Who needs nothing but to be.
And every living thing
Moves inside the heart
That surrenders to freedom
That allows the wave of the unknown
To carry it aloft and untethered
Into new realms of possibility.
So I unzip my skin
And release the hounds
For their faith is inherent
As is my glee to follow.

© H. Hennenburg, 14 May 2019

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Chasm

Posted on 19 May 201921 September 2019 by H. Hennenburg
Image by Greg Rakozy introducing the poem titled Chasm by H. Hennenburg. Person looking up at Megellanic Clouds of Milky Way in starry sky.
Photo by Greg Rakozy.

Chasm

Let it affect you
It is of you
Came from you
Hear what it has to say
Listen with an inward ear
Because no one is going to tell you truths like this
Feel it
Like it holds tomorrow in the palm of its hand
Because for all you know
It is the key to your every last breath
And your every wakeful passage into life
More life!
More stars and rivers and canyons – and love
More love to fill the chasm
That is space
That is everywhere
That is us
We are the passion that feeds life
When it spills forth from your mind
– from the love that is in your heart –
Listen!
It is there to affect you
It is there to protect you
To fill and project you
Because you are not alone
You are not all one
And the one
Is not all
Without you

© H. Hennenburg, 9 April 2019

Joyfully linking to Poets United.

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Howl

Posted on 18 May 20197 August 2019 by H. Hennenburg
Image by Larry Lamsa introducing the poem titled Howl by H. Hennenburg. Young coyote in field of yellow flowers raising head and howling
Photo by Larry Lamsa.

Hear the coyotes yip and bay
As the night becomes a living thing
Under the ignited charge of their calling breath
A chorus united and moving as one
A chortling wave across the open land

Feel the tingling prick of electricity
The crisp chill of primal recognition
Scoring a vibratory channel
Through the brass of your teeth
The drum of your skull
The steel of your spine
Launching you from your place of comfort
Into your tribal home
Where there is no roof
And there are no doors
And we are hunted by the grip of our howl

© H. Hennenburg, 4 May 2019

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The Gift Of Each Other

Posted on 18 May 20197 August 2019 by H. Hennenburg
Image by Timon Wanner introducing the poem titled The Gift Of Each Other by H. Hennenburg. Small campfire with background view of ocean.
Photo by Timon Wanner.

It was a war-torn yesterday
Sometimes I still wake up
And forget to pray
Pray for the living
The souls who made it through
Pray for the dying of the fears,
The sacrifice that blew through us
Pray for the waters that rinsed us clean
Pray for the loss of damn near everything
So we can breath this fresh air

Sometimes I wake sad
Because I remember
Prayers are not requests
They are thank yous
And I still carry the scars of desperation that is wanting by nature
But in truth, in sweet everlasting truth,
I am desperate for nothing
I want for nothing, and never was I in need,
Because this love was in me all along
And these scars?
They are only reminders
That I am responsible

And when the day comes,
It has me holding hands with my sisters and my brothers
And I can feel the circuitry
I can taste the music on my tongue
And we stand in this circle
And we pray for this fire that lights our faces
And ignites our smiles
And gives us the gift of each other

We pray for the morning
We pray that our hearts have won
We pray that we are not singular,
But one
And “I” is not a burden
We must bear anymore

© H. Hennenburg, 10 March 2019.

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Hi, I’m H. Thanks for stopping by my site. I created Hennenburg.com to be a home for truth, joy & wonder as I experience and explore them in my writing. I have a sense of these three phenomena as both producing and encapsulating many themes that have recurred in my writing for as long as I can remember. Themes such as: [read more]

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