About Gentleness

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 29

Love begins with
a certain swell
of gentleness,
a soft inner urge
to protect,
to shield from harm,
this object
that has suddenly caught
and held
our full attention.

It should never be
confused with the need
for possession,
which only seeks to own
for the aggrandizement
of the owner.

And the hardest,
most difficult thing
about love, we are told,
is that this gentleness
must begin toward ourselves
it can be offered

to others.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/29/2020

Notes: Image is a photograph I took at the wetlands that surround the University of Wisconsin campus extension on the Northeast edge of Green Bay. When I could still drive, I went there often, seeking both the wildlife that inhabits it, but also the sense of serenity I found there. I was with my oldest daughter when this photo was taken. I got so excited when I caught sight of the doe casually browsing through the trees, that I wasn’t really aware that I’d also captured a pic of her fawn. Didn’t find it till I emptied the film onto my computer, and just sat there astonished. In Native American mythology, deer are a symbol for gentleness, especially toward oneself.

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3 Responses to About Gentleness

  1. Marianne says:

    Beautiful write, Elizabeth! I think this is my favorite of all your poems for NaPo2020. I feel like I’ve always loved my children this way, even now when they’re grown.


  2. Sherry Marr says:

    So true, gentleness and the urge to protect from harm……….and the big lesson, mid-life that this gentleness means for us, too. That is a harder one. The photo is so beautiful. I once was that close to a herd of deer. It was night, I was outside a hospital and suddenly realized the deer were right near my shoulder, looking at me. They didnt startle, they sensed I was peaceful.


  3. One of my favourites, too, Elizabeth. Gorgeous write.



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