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Colored Kin - Gold

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I hear the color of your songs sliding through the canyons,
Grandmothers; those trail of tears hymns caught in the throat
and let out with a blue sigh.  Surviving was not enough.
The witnessing has left you stranded in time, frozen
in your tracks, whispering, “Come home.  Come home!”
to your great great grandchildren who play at being
something other than the Cherokee. The wind has carved
his blessings on you.  The eagle reminds you of our names
and tells you what he’s seen.  The coyote travels
up your bent backs and calls to order night meetings
of those who nurture you through moonlight’s sonata. 
Serpents curl at your feet, lizards scuttle to catch
mites that would burrow under your skin
and distract you from your watch.

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  • Celticmoon
    January 26, 2007

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    It is from the four winds that this piece was drawn to you and for reason. It speaks to the heart and soul from the heart and soul. The words ad sentiment speak volumes and represent so much in every aspect. Your golden pen has graced this contest with what I feel is a wonderfully creative, truthful, honest and phenomenal masterpiece that will not be quick to leave the reader's mind.

    Bravo!


    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      January 26, 2007
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      Thank you, Celticmoon. Nature speaks to all of us with different voices. It is wonderful to see how others interpret this beautiful picture. Honor for them shows in the beautiful writings others did on the jpg. Thank you, again.


  • Providence
    January 25, 2007

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    You have not only giced a voice to the scene, but have also drawn the reader into it. I can almost hear the eagles and feel the blessings of the wind!

    Marvelous!
    Marianne

    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      January 26, 2007
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      thank you marianne. When the wind blew warm, on my visits to such, I could hear the voices and felt the ancients close by.


  • suseann
    January 25, 2007
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    Hopi,Zuni,Navaho and various Apache tribes all inhabit the desert southwest.Even some Souix/Lakota tribes as well.I'm sure as shooting I've missed many more.And you've given a face and ancestural voice to them and the lands they share with Creator.Very nicely done!~~Suseann

    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      January 26, 2007
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      Thank yu, suseann for your cosntant care of my writing. I appreciate that you visit everything I write and make comments. Hugs gf.


  • random waves silver member
    January 25, 2007

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    Lovely

    This is lovely. The land witnessing the generations pass and leave the landscape, and the creatures that live there. The permanence and the wisdom of the aged mountains is expressed beautifully. I like the line 'whispering.....who play at being something other than Cherokee'. It suggests that the people belong with the mountains and are a part of them, that no matter where they go they will always belong here really. It is a good thing to know where you belong spiritually. There is a thread of connection between nature and people, past and present. Well done.

    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      January 26, 2007
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      It is true, random wves, I do feel the footsteps that came before, in all of anture. I think the most awesome thing I have ever seen was the "giant" steps in the far north. It took me back to eons ago when such a soul stepped up from the great lake of Athabasca. Even the prints on the bottom of the feet showed, the toe creases, it was amazing. We are not so far away from them as we think.


  • cherche -d -ame
    January 25, 2007

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    you not only write about the sadness of the old, but gave a great visual of the life that surrounds these rocks and mountains now and I was able to see more than I even saw in the picture. In the second to last line...did you mean to write "borrow"? My native language is not English and I might be completely off here....but for some reason that word sort of seemed off to me even though I still understood what you were saying. Best wishes in this contest...as usual, a pleasure to read,

    reenie

    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      January 26, 2007
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      Of course, I meant burrow and thank you for catching it. Soemtimes as I write, I do so automaticaly, then I go back and cut and paste and arrange pieces. It is easy for me to miss such if I do not really concentrate. The dang eye sees what it thinks I said very often.


  • Night Hope gold member
    January 24, 2007

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    "The wind has carved his blessings on you." I would have to agree, my Sister. Completely. Wanda

    • CarolDesjarlais silver member
      January 26, 2007
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      Aren't they amazing? How can we not see them and know there has to be a grand artist at work in nature? Hugs.

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