She fills my soul,
as glass half full with tomorrow’s dew drops
inside her own,
with fur to reap in ruffled wish
this rise of renaissance,
pounding pace to vision’s quest
to stride in stature bending wind,
and write as wing
in sweat lodge smoke,
her billowed spirit
of wiser word and native rhythm;
mother's mirror,
still finding child alone in creature,
beyond the cup where Rome did rise
in rearing wolf away
from what this ground might grow as now.
I sever strings to bind as man
in suit to tie my throat in knot,
of wooden puppet
without the sound
of true compassion seeking home,
that which she would sigh
in wounded knee.
Such is swell to seasoned brush in Nature limbs,
her fingers fondling spirit digs
as verse to furrow, growing greener,
this time of patience
etching forward,
leaving fossil to be found
as ancient trees of fable, and petrify in stone,
this Sister's poetry of tablet
singing soul across my mountain,
burning bush to cry forever.
She has come to howl in making moonshine,
my wildest name
of dance and meadow,
where joy is sound to curve in phase
our circles stretched to flow as feathers,
finding friends to keep beside her,
all things great
in morning vespers,
as God's reflection through my window.
In a list
A contest entry
- Contest: Honoring The One Who Honors Us All ~ for shewolfnative by Night Hope.
600 points, ended June 9, 2007, 24 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Update ~ message from shewolfnative:
"I would like every one of these poems on my domain site....would they please each contact me so I can add them there on my professional site."
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Nice Images
Vivid images that please the mind. Very nice penning, beautiful really.
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Carol will adore this, it simply sings to her soul in nature's beauty and glory from your pen as only you could do. Love, C
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Oh, I knew not to read these tongiht...I am so soppy...
My dear friend, you honor me...as only you could.
This is beautiful and you are Golden in my books as always.
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"She fills my soul,
as glass half full with tomorrow’s dew drops"...
This is so beautiful!! A wonderful tribute poem
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"pounding pace to vision’s quest
to stride in stature bending wind,
and write as wing
in sweat lodge smoke,
her billowed spirit
of wiser word and native rhythm"
Ahhh, yes. This is beautifully penned, dear Scribe of the Mountains...You have so many elements within these lines that sing of her sacred Spirit...Carol will adore it & you even more for writing it, my Friend...Thank you for entering, Sweetie...Good luck in the contest... Wanda
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beautiful!
She will adore this wonderful write, my friend..
Such a beautiful tribute to a lovely person and poet ...
Bravo!
Lynda
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