Open Poetry #44 |
Impressions Of A Past |
WindWalker11 Junior Member
since 2008-12-24
Posts 41 |
The camp fires still burn as ghost dancers step soundlessly in swirling, spiraling smoke weaving an old tale across the night sky. Outside the flickering shadows of the dwindling night fires a she-wolf stands alert, twin points of incandescence observing the ghost dance unfold past the meeting point of days. Sleeping under leather blankets, the tribe receives the vision to strike camp and relocate for the place has become stagnant, threatened by disease, discovered by the enemy, reeking of sudden death. The shaman, in his dream, reveals the message of the dancers, through the motherly instinct of the wolf: “Go! Break camp, move on where the she-wolf prowls under pale moon, where tall trees protect from inclement weather and hide from dangerous prying eyes; where water and visions are clear.” In obedience to the voice of Spirit as in times uncounted, the morning sun welcomes the tribe breaking camp, preparing to trek: no one will turn to look back upon the weather beaten grass huts nor the cooking circles where the smoke still rises in silent farewell. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo WindWalker11, This is well written, and well organized. I like it loads. Bobby |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
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