Missy is a unique writer who enjoys inviting her readers into her thoughts through her poetry and other topics of discussion.
A Tale of Two Spirit Guides
The part I love about poetry is the unexpected thought process I have with every single one of my poems. A quiet moment that becomes a pop-up conversation I have within myself and soul. This is how I started poetry, and this is how I will always write words down I suspect. A telepathic note between my soul and my awakening state.
Well, this is how the poem starts off and takes on its path anyways. However, as I write I begin to get a sense of what I am telling myself. Like with this current poem, it became something very spiritual for me. A distinguishing between the type of person I am compared to some cunning types. Those seemingly lucky types that have no clue of what tomorrow may bring and then are surprised when life gets the best of them. I suppose I picked the owl and the fox as spirit animals for these types of people.
I have always thought the owl full of wisdom from long tedious days of observance accompanied with a bit of bad luck going along with their journey. And the fox a cunning soul that never quite understands his journey of survival but is egotistical in the pursuit all the same. A bit of my luck will never die type of forest friend.
In these ways, I can see the spirits of ones who are owls on earth and the ones who are foxes. And so, this was my interpretation of the two types of wanderers here. Although, I am certain that these are not the only two spirit guides around.
The Phase of Fade
A realization today. A collaboration to fade.
We are here to phase. To phase in and to
phase to fade.
Some are blinded by the realm of how this
vortex takes us in. You can get caught up in
the game, then wonder how it changed.
But not I, said the owl whose lonesome wisdom
twas a given. It is the foxes who think that they
have the right to live on without a fight.
How selfish of them indeed. We owls will conclude.
Because that is what you do; You phase in and phase
to fade out. it is just the way we came about.
Listen to the owls as they hoot their wise direction.
There are steps to recognize. Do not mistake them.
Enter new and feel a glow, but let yourself shatter as
It is here that you will find you and that strength
inside to soothe future quietus. Phase in and then
carry your weight well. Do not close your eyes to every
kiss and tell.
Foxes, they get lucky without a care but struggle through
the final phase of fade. A sad reality to their luck of life.
Never once made to sacrifice.
This is where we owls are lucky. Though, it may feel bad
to know. A strong mortal is pulled from pain to withstand the
rain again and again.
By the time the final stage is set, a wise owl calmly perches
on its branch. Times of joy were a few, mixed with days of
extreme loss. We felt that much more than luck.
Yet, I feel sorry for all the foxes who came in on the sun
and never truly landed on the soil rich with the fight. Their
life will tick away and in the end, suddenly the phase of fade
will take them away…
unprepared from their lucky reveries where they
will stay in their eternal life of daze.
© 2018 Missy Smith
RBN Library and Resource Center from Manila, Philippines on April 29, 2020:
Great wisdom. Looking forward to more reads from your hubs.
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on December 03, 2018:
Very interesting and wonderful poetry that tells a fascinating tale. My spirit animal is the bear.
Missy Smith (author) from Florida on December 03, 2018:
From my conversations with you, Venkat and your writing, I would say you are definitely an owl. :) Take care.
Venkatachari M from Hyderabad, India on December 03, 2018:
This is very interesting, Missy!
I never tried to think in this manner. So, I couldn't tell anything about my spirit soul (or species?).
I simply want to be honest and gentle as far as I can, though sometimes forced to be cunning according to those circumstances.
Mary Norton from Ontario, Canada on December 01, 2018:
Interesting to think of our spirit animals. I like your focus on the two: owls and foxes.
Missy Smith (author) from Florida on December 01, 2018:
I would like to express my appreciation to all who take the time to read my poetry. Unfortunately, I have not had a lot of time to write for Hubpages lately. And so, when I get to post something it makes me happy. Writing here has become my sanctuary of peace. I wish I could stop in more often.
Without going into a lot of detail of the busy schedule I have this year, I will say it is just that - busy. However, I do hope to write here a little more and hopefully visit some of your pages as well.
Again, thanks so much for your support. Happy Holidays to you all!! :)
Ioannis Arvanitis from Greece, Almyros on December 01, 2018:
Though my spirit animal is the Turtle, I loved the wisdom of your poem, my dear Missy! It is so vivid and powerful and reminds the ancient tales of my Greek ancestors, like Esopus!
Blessings to your Owly Heart!
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on November 30, 2018:
Missy, I found this very interesting and "spiritual" lol. I honestly have no idea what my spirit animal is, however. The one that seems to cross my path, most often unexpectedly, in the wild is a hare. But I don't know what the symbol for it means as a spirit animal. I probably have some traits of the owl though, at least more so than the fox. Great poetry as always.
Hari Prasad S from Bangalore on November 30, 2018:
There are fighters and then there are high flyers. I agree these spirits can be seen in us too . Nice poetry Missy.
whonunuwho from United States on November 30, 2018:
I liked your poem and remarkable coexistence with your spirit animal. I feel as though the wise owl is my own and am constantly encountering the bird wherever I go. Thanks for sharing this nice work, my friend. Blessings to you and yours. whonu