Antelope

I can feel some of this yearning too Jade, the desire to be unencumbered by pain and frailty.  I have exhilarating dreams that don't come true when I wake up and find myself still locked in this "prison of the flesh."

"the wind whistling
through hinged bones
twisted and twisting,

sweat lodge tears
preclude
when I might laugh again


The illness that won't let go of me."

This breaks my heart Jade.  One day we'll be released, and I hope we can both make the most of it 'til then.  Excellent work!

Thank you, my crowfly friend. It means so much the words, the sentiment, and a special part of yourself you've imparted to me.  
 
Yes, the caged confinement that one's mind never can completely wrap itself around.  Meantime, even when we know release is eminent, the wait is too often unbearable.  

running with the wild things;
beautiful visions...

Yes sir, the freest feeling I can imagine.  And thank you, John.

with delta blues as the back drop to my reading  (spoonfull - howlin wolf) it dosen't and does enhance - for I hear the howl in both...

expressed in free flight
distressed in precluding pain

sweat lodge tears, indeed...

geoff

Thanks so much, Geoffrey, and yesss... the howl, echoing around me from everywhere, every waking moment.  

I love the sense of freedom in this poem...I can feel it, and if it's from ailments...oyes!  A talented write as always, Jade:)

Thank you, dearest Grace.  It's from what I know all too well.

Jade, I thrill at your use of Native American mysticism and spirituality that you weave into this as well as so many others of your poems. To be, for a time, released from the shackles of pain even if only in ou r minds is a blessing. Bravisima!

Thank you, dear soul, for sharing.  And yes, a coping method of last resort.

We are both here and everywhere. - a fine meditation

Thank you, dear whale, your shares are always appreciated.