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Reflections on a Pinhead

While sitting out, in the dark,
under the Ponderosa Pine,
looking up through her fingers,
I see sister Moon, tangled in the spiked leaves,
jingle her light over the cones,
and know how she blesses us.

Over the hush and hush of night breeze,
howl of wolf and quick call of coyote
transforms the night and it dances.

We are wrapped in moon glow
and lullaby of ancients.
Soul is soothed and suckled
on the wet nurse night.

Earth droops into the shadows.
We become one in light and sight
of one great god who orchestrates this
soft soulful slumber time.

A night hover shivers in relief
that heat and hate can escape
into the otherworld schemes of things
and for a moment, this moment,
earth and man are one.

It is all here, tracing by bony branches:
Voices humming protection
in four-four time, and the stars dance,
and the sisters share, and the stars swing
pinned to the velvet sky canopy
that the brothers help to hold up.

Author notes

For my friend who inspires me, who understands the sweet call of the wolves, who honors his knowing and my people by encouraging me.

Two women sing
to one drum
to four tides
and coyote hears

Tears are loosed
to water seeds
of hope for circles
and womansong rises

From plain and forest
voices rise into
the troubled breath of
Gods and hope flutters

Peace rises high on wings
of estrogen whimsy, and
coyote hears  

allpoetry.com/poets/Pinhead

Written July 17th, 2006

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  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    July 18, 2006
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    Ah, I missed these comments Crowheart. Pinhead's comments deserved this little bit of honor I could give.


  • Crowheart
    July 18, 2006
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    she writes for my brother
    quilled handed excellence she

    scribbles his sense on birch
    barking memories of ashened stories

    drum smoke trails to the heavens
    and the ancients just grin like this


  • Heart Sutra
    July 18, 2006
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    This is a great poem for Pinhead! He is an awesome person and great soul!!!! You have done him justice.

  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    July 18, 2006
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    Youa re a gift to me and this is but all I can do to thank you for your support and beleif.
    Megwitch, nechimoos.


  • just rob gold member
    July 17, 2006
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    I am humbled and oddly speechless.

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