Wihakaktacepapi Wi -- Moon when the wife had to crack bones for marrow fat.
When canoe is hung,
river land,
the songs sung,
marrow sucked from bones,
the last crow on a branch
sentinal for spring,
the moon burns cold --
empty of the fertile
color of yellow gold.
nvda kola -- BONE MOON (so little food, people gnaw on bones and eat bone marrow soup)
A man hunts for winter ghosts:
caught by snares,
seen by their shadows,
broken crusts in snow.
nvda unole -- WIND MOON (when strong winds strip away the dead wood and foliage and prepare the land for renewal)
The man watches
the moon die to come again
hopes his children are strong
ready to plant the waiting land.
Bear leaves cave, rabbit turns gray,
trees wear their leaves again,
the moon leaves the mountains
to burn its fires in the trees.
You can hear it laughing
between the strokes of owl’s flight.
Wipazatkan Waste Wi - Moon when the June berries are good.
The moon loves summer
when its light shows the color of night.
The moon does not dance
when it sees its face in the ice
Even the moon does not like the song of death.
9:31 PM
12/08/07
Alexandria H.D., VA
Author notes
I used Native American Moon Names
Native American Moon Names: http://americanindian.net/moons.html
Their translations.
In a list
A contest entry
- Moon Soon To Celebrate by CarolDesjarlais.
1200 points, ended December 9, 2007, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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You seem to embody or have embraced something growing in me I call Christian mysticism which I am defining by an expectation/willingness to see "God sightings" where scripture comes alive and speaks to the moment;
one finds delightful coincidences or divine appointments with people that the conversation becomes fragrant with messages from above; sightings in nature that have special meanings... God sightings. there are others... When my father died I spoke at his funeral blending 2 stories I have posted here as "Deercatcher" that are warm rambles through our lives together. I spoke of a time when at dusk, when I was on his arkansas farm, having roughened marraige straining and 3 deer I mistook for the horses crossed a field to come close to me. A magic moment that felt like his caress. I returned home for pictures, diplomas keepsakes etc to make a memorial for a wake in the city he was to be buried in. As I drove out of the driveway onto the road, 3 deer stepped out ahead, centered and almost saluted. This 11 am, at the end of deer hunting season in late dec. I understood, and wept. and they stepped of the road, and watched me pass.
Coincidences here; My name is Moon. the contest, ended on my birthday.http://allpoetry.com/poem/4165251 -
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This, for me, is catching the world in the arms of another lover and seeing how great the love is for all of us. Love -- the resource that grows in the giving -- that becomes real only when it is shared -- is here for all of us should we but choose to love our neighbors as we would love ourselves. I learned from hitch hiking and walking alone in the woods that the world moves with us when we allow it to be celebrated in our hearts and we allow ourselves to be present in the Spirit. Peace is an active and potent force when we become part of the equation.
Love, Tom B.
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A very evocative write and a job well done. Happy trails
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Thanks. I enjoyed the challenge.
Peace & Life,
Tom B.
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I like this poem, which shows respect for the old traditions and knowledge, combined with a modern identification with the natural world. I like the circle through the season of need to the season of plenty, and the acceptance of the place of each. It was easy to see the different moons in your writing.
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Thank you for this gentle and insightful review. I wanted to bring grace and my personal vision to the names of the moon.
Loe, Tom B.
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Oh. What a great one from you! You write such nice stuff. It's great to read something from you tonight. It's kind of quiet and I like this peaceful kind of message. I like how all the poems kind of relate and connect to each other. And I really like the line about the moon not liking winter either.
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I was reading native american names for the moon and the seasons they represented. I becam enchanted and brought their natural imagery together with my efforts. Thanks for stopping by and I am glad that you enjoyed them so.
Love, Tom B
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I don't have much to say, other then; thank you for sharing your views with me too.
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Thanks for sharing with me. Life grows in the sharing.
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I hardly said anything, and I did nothing.
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Tomis, I enjoyed this poem with it's moon phases and the reverence it suggests of Native Americans for nature's influence on life. However, my favorite part was the second part for Bone moon. I felt the scarcity of winter with goosebumps on my arms, and again, reverence in the very last two sentences. Powerful imagery and metaphor. A delight to read and read again. ~ Karen
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I was born with the forest and the vision in my heart. A lot of what I hold to be true about what is good and true, I got from my youth spent in furry fields and forests. Often, in my wisdom and innocence, I had no way to share what I discovered about being a man from a tree and a vine. Times change but these are part of me.
Love, Tom B.
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BREATH TAKING
Taaeesehe~Moon in Cheyenne...many things are counted by the Moon's rising and setting...
Your words have many truths in them for all the Nations...You have done a great honor sharing this wisdom for all to see.From the death of the winter Moon, to the warmth of Moon of plenty, this pulls a sigh...You truly are a Master Poet and thank you for being so correct*hug*
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One must always be careful when evoking the sacred and commenting on the blessed. The seasons move through all of us and we are weaker for hiding from how they speak to us. Thank you for enjoying so much my simple attempt. Love, Tom B.
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Wonderful
Terrific images and thoughts you have shared in such a poetic style. Congratulations on the silver.
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I do what I can. The images of the moon in the tribal languages was often poery enough and my words just guilding.
Peace & Light
Tom B.
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Oh man, what knowledge shared in such a way to touch this heart. The use of terms, language, inferences, and I lvoe this native voice that comes through.
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Thank you Carol for enjoying my flight with the beauty of the Indian names for the season's of the moon. I am glad you saw the respect and veneration that I hold for the language of those who chose to venerate the land that supported them.
Love, Tom B.
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This was really good, very descriptive, flowed well. Congratulations on it. It made me feel like I was there and I could really picture the views. I liked the way you used native american moon names too.
Well done and good luck!
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Thanks for sharing your pleasure with this piece. I got rather enthralled by the many different names for the moon.
Peace & Light
Tom B.
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