He moves faster,
head down in concentration,
focusing on the heartbeat
he feels thrumming beneath him
up into the souls of his feet.
The drumming circle
gives voice to the earth,
having caught the rhythm
watching the dancers feathers
movement, and keeping time.
Raising his head high in pride,
he dances with eyes closed,
as his painted face reflects
his heart, yearning to the past
while looking forward to his future.
copywrite 2007
Tamera Dobbins
all rights reserved
Author notes
For all who've felt the earth beat, you know I spelt souls as I meant to.
A contest entry
- . by Peace and Quiet.
445 points, ended May 1, 2007, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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I like your usage of the word 'soul' a nice touch..I got it even before I saw the note, lol. You've pick up the spirit of the powwow with this piece.
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Thank you for your entry. I will comment fully at judging.
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