Remembering her.

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
edited April 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Suggesting to me
a hint of her
my memory moves with wind
over prairie
and through.

To me
she’s like juvenile
painted turtles
as innocent
as the lake and cattails.

She’s of days spent
within a summer ray of light
while napping on rolling hillsides
alfalfa and rabbits.

Gentleness
has found me
has soothed me
as water ripples over rocks
at her feet.

She’s as if a tree
has been rooted
into my mind
my own forest.

A pinecone
my spinal cord
unearthed joy.

Her love for me
the earth.
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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Comments

  • you describe very well what you experience within and without
  • pepperpepper Posts: 155
    I like this....a lot!
    Pepper- I am faith without religion, without bruised knees and pleas for forgiveness...
  • skyeriverwinterskyeriverwinter Posts: 1,894
    edited April 2010
    what beauty ...
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  • mikalinamikalina Posts: 7,206
    So beautiful, thank you.
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  • PearlOfAGirlPearlOfAGirl Posts: 15,993
    Very Nice!

    Wish you were here...

    ~RIP Dad
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