I touch the leather lace
wrapping the hoops,
tie the web with care
down to the hard tight middle
that makes it so beautiful
then I close my eyes
to a prayer before adding
feathers and beads...
let them carry my thoughts and blessings
cutting fringe of deerskin
Hawk feathers near the top
I make the dreamcatcher
with my hands,
and remember ancestors with my heart.
A contest entry
- Native...one hour contest by kaibab.
450 points, ended October 17, 2007, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Excellent Write
I have made many dream catchers and this poem is perfect. You painted a most beautiful picture I felt your pen was guided by The Wind Spirit......aquene, Novy


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yes almost forgot, you know about this feeling...thank you so much...PK
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This is wonderful poetry and I love dreamcatchers too... no wonder you always write with such clarity and vision, PK. Wonderful interpretation of the "native "theme here.
~ Nicolette


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Thank you Nicolette
well when I think of vision and clarity, I think of you...thank you so much, for most kind and generous words...PK
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Cultural diversity is the spice of life. To remember one's past of the ancestors brings us all home. A feeling of peace and belonging! Dreamcatcher...to catch your hopes of the future and to remember your past! ~Sie

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Thank you Sie
for your wonderful words... so very kind...PK
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connecting strands, love this, I have an amazing dream catcher that someone made for me, and this is wow for me, love your imagery! ~blessings to you always my sweet friend~


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Thank you so much for your lovely comments, so kind and most generous... PK
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love dreamcatchers, and yes, this must be how they are made. Excellent.

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Thank you Rowan
for a while I made quite a few mandalas and dreamcatchers... very satisfying...PK
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Beautiful!




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Thank you Laura
for your kind words...PK
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Beautiful poem keep up the great work.
Amber -
So love touches
strands of connecting earthen trophies
gather in spirit
re-born in heart-song
drifting walls in timeless measure
when sun-link smile at eastern rising...
so beautiful...thanks much for entering

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