With race of blood and bleed of spin
I am a craver and a carver of earth
Words, flying like spun-top
from me, feather to you, my friend
A lift of eye and heart and hand
to your fine quill, flowing river poems
back
to me
and so we share
this soulful sweetest breath of vision
We pant, in buckskin phrases,
of ecstasy and wings to rise
heart by heart, winged thoughts to share
No Icarus-escape, my friend, no, for
foot to earth and brace of back
is all we need of being held
to rise on wordy winds that blow
here in poets' sacred ground.
I am a craver and a carver of earth
Words, flying like spun-top
from me, feather to you, my friend
A lift of eye and heart and hand
to your fine quill, flowing river poems
back
to me
and so we share
this soulful sweetest breath of vision
We pant, in buckskin phrases,
of ecstasy and wings to rise
heart by heart, winged thoughts to share
No Icarus-escape, my friend, no, for
foot to earth and brace of back
is all we need of being held
to rise on wordy winds that blow
here in poets' sacred ground.
Author notes
What a cool and caring poet-perfect soul. If you have not read him yet...do yourself a huge poetic favor and read
http://allpoetry.com/kaibab
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A contest entry
- Your love is like a kiss in the wind by Swan song.
700 points, ended September 8, 2007, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is really a cool poem it moves across the page i can sense the dancing. This is well written and i will read this again.


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ty, pen friend...kaibab is simply a sun dancer in my eyes.
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"We pant, in buckskin phrases,
of ecstasy and wings to rise
heart by heart, winged thoughts to share"
The verse above is so beautiful, including the remainder of your poem and I love it. Kudos on a great write, God bless and best of luck in the contest.
Hugs and love,
Petratani


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ty petratani...I am missing you!
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I watch you both with a muteness born of wonder in the face of such beautiful poetry strewn upon these pages in the spirit of Indian paintbrush, but my mind is not silent, nor my heart...just my tongue.


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ah, thank you..his writing is never anything but pure joy and inspiration...
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A dance of Soul on Kaibab's page,
sweet beauty with a heart of sage,
finds true partner in this place~
for shewolfnative adds her grace.
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beautiful!
I echo Wanda's comment....Two of my favorites on one page..sigh~
" lift of eye and heart and hand
to your fine quill, flowing river poems
back
to me
and so we share
this soulful sweetest breath of vision"
breathtaking!
Lynda


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as do yours, my friend..as do yours.
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You are quite a dancer, M'Lady!
This Poem puts you right up their{where you already was, in my opinion} with the top Echelon of AP. Really! You danced so eloquently with the one and only Kaibab... that is quite a feat! Your words dance in beauty and gracefullness. You swirl around alliteration & imaginings like the reknowned gentleman you are dancing with. Such beauty moves my soul...
"We pant, in buckskin phrases,
of ecstasy and wings to rise
heart by heart, winged thoughts to share"
I'm in awe, Scribe!
~ Nicholas 


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ah, but you see, it was a whole circle of dance... and you happen to be one of us!
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This is one of the most beautiful poems I've ever read. You are so gifted. Your words like a symphony. A Gold to me. Kelly


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Kelly, I do thank you....there are such good poets on ap and they are well worth takign the time to read. Kaibab is tops in my books.
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These words are connected and centered and bring form to the moment. These are the essentials of health and worthy accomplishments.
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ty, scribe...what an awesome compliment...
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She is river's thirst
in feathered bank,
her artery to flow so far in seeking,
what was once
and lives in always,
sky and earthen love
in making.
Crave this call,
and hear her whisper,
when flight is night
and ever sending
moon to move
in sun's reflection,
sweet, eastern rise
of new direction.
And give her thanks,
her native spirit,
braver sky,
when souls do fly in affirmation,
of song's poetic celebration.
Thank you much poetic sister...


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Sighhh...Two of my most favorite human beings ever on the same page...I can die happy now.
Wanda
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