...woven
well
of our own hands.
Chanting ancestral memories
to our children’s children;
who,
strong like the bear,
timid as the hare,
remember like the fox -
How spirits speak,
listening
to the
living.
We are woven
well
of our own calloused hands
and tender hearts that remember
to sing of living things.
Author notes
Prompt: women of pots - nightbird
In a list
A contest entry
- Always Now by CarolDesjarlais.
900 points, ended December 26, 2007, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This speaks of the vital need of teaching the rising generation the richness of their heritage, with its culture, knowlege and ways. Even nuances of language contain lessons about the perceptions of a people. Beautiful "woven well of our own calloused hands."
Great imagery in "chanting ancestral memories to our children's children." Duality in "remember...how spirits speak" and "remember to sing of living things." Both listening and participating are needed.
I enjoyed this, a lot of thoughts packed into few words.
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Excellent!
This pen says so much in so few words. I had to read it several times so that I could pick up all the difference nuances. It derserves a gold trophy to be sure.
Write on~
)O(
DragonBlue
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Brilliant...smiles...
I adore this write...
Truth in each and every line.
The background weaves together with your voice and leaves the reader with such wonderful feelings...
Beautiful...smiles
Many blessings
~A~
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this is brialliant.... i love that i was introduced to it via you being featured in a contest. i have a poem from the younger persons view, but this is another thing that could be said to her... my poem is called shaman and its the voice of your pome i hear in the charictor i have created in mine. peaceful and simple but with a powerful meaning... i especially like the calloused hands... my mother and i... i think... work like hell for what we have and no man to give it to us but no matter we survive and do it of our own making. very wonderful.
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this was a fantastic write, a given controversy to what humanity has made itself to be. with the hard work and determination of our forefathers, we learn passion, and we teach it out of respect and utmost dignity of self. yet through all this our hearts remain tender; very well written words, they spoke so many more
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Very Good
"We are woven well of our own calloused hands" I loved
this line as it reflects life as being not easy but raw with the hard work of just living.
You have a wonderful talent with words, an exceptionally vivid imagination. Keep on writing
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This is such a good poem, speaking of those who've gone before us, our heritage, our lust for knowledge of our ancestors.
I superb write
Good luck in the contest
Dee
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The teachings of our ancestors passed down are what shape us as human beings,"Chanting ancestral memories
to our children’s children" Children's minds are open and the stories they hear from the elders are etched in their memories. I also like the pattern of the background along with the words "woven well"
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This is a poignant expressive versed piece. This author relates the story of human history of a close knit group of ancesters well.
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This ripples-out in meaning for me.
Revelations of life laid bare in-
between lines of brevity. Such beauty
and wisdom is what makes our words memorable.
Blue
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I love the itnercommunication of species and thoughts here
"How spirits speak,
listening
to the
living." Yes they do lsiten... and my, what they ehar.
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A very strong and positively emotional piece. I did like this very much.
"How spirits speak and listen to the living..."
My favorite line. Well done. Best of luck in this contest. This is quite good. I loved it. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ~Pamela 
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