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I Walked a Deserted Road [for Ice]
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I Walked a Deserted Road [for Ice] |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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{revised} in direction of north to south an old stone bridge at one end I walked a lonely road today on it, found my spiritual friend lined straight on either side of me, hedge trees now shed of leave kept their apples of lime green tight, like balls hung on Christmas eve here recent stains of “making way” show up in machine’s road mark I step mutely down the middle, eyes rest on fresh scarred bark abandoned long ago, this road, it saw travelers of many kind I heard faded voices of children with chores and school on their mind phantoms dressed in pant of denim pale school dress of cotton twill under morning’s sunlight gleam their voice and laughter shrill I see an ancient buckboard tugged by stubborn mule hear the ramrod’s lonely call as he traveled in morning’s cool with the sun upon my back, I espied there in the brush a white of tail, a doe, a buck, whisk away through the bush there, overhead, stretched a skeleton cottonwood fingers scraping sky never again dropping leaves to ground awaits lightning’s strike to die paw-prints in dirt’s damp below gave view to hidden night’s life in the ice of winter’s air came his spirit emanating strife I waited for the sound of him it was there deep within my soul would the wolf come man again for either’s howl is whole it was his search within my eyes we spoke so, silently he looked on toward the cottonwood then disappeared quietly sun was soon then covered as winds blew in clouds of rain I left those years of long ago returning to the present again this lone deserted road, still, beneath my feet, just so a decaying abandoned bridge, rocked here, from years ago takes my mind a’journeying, whisks my breath away I wonder the wander of “them,” and at the lives that stay ©Karilea Rilling Jungel revised 14 October 2001 circa 5 November 2000 Several years ago, Fagin [my brother Robert] was approached by a gypsy woman at a festival of ancients. She told him, "you are the one to hold this," took his hand, placed in it a ring with a wolf's insignia. He looked back up to thank her - she was gone. This was the tale he told me when I saw and commented on the ring in October of 2004. From then on, all of the shirts he wore bore some insignia of a wolf. He sent me many beautiful photos of wolves in all seasons. 67040 |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
grand imagery/very fine writing! |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
"For either's howl is whole"... I loved this one, K. Some deep ponderings in here, and the tinge of melancholy soaks deeper and deeper with every stanza, pushing the soul toward a howl itself. Much enjoyed. Michael |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Here it begins, a journey in the first stanza.. "in direction of north to south" North is the direction of wisdom..the north stone on the medicine wheel, signifies deep thought, and inteligence Going south..the direction of emotions, and feelings of the heart. (This is the direction that my mouse totem takes me) "kept their apples of lime green tight, like balls hung on Christmas eve.." Sounds like Osage Oranges..(Maclura pomifera) wonderful wood for bow making.. I believe there is something very deep in the mention of this hedgrgrow in the poem. If these are indeed Osage Oranges.. The tree is dioecious, meaning male and female flowers are on seperate plants, like holly... the female plants only bear fruit..to me this signifies the female wolf...always incredible mothers, fierce protectors of their generation of children. "I heard faded voices of children with chores and school on their mind" Ah!, and here still vibrates the voices of ghosts of prairie children.. Their chatter still prevalent, yet far thrown, out into the universe, to hide like light beams ever traveling...since once a candle is lit, does it not shine forever... If so, do not voice/sounds go on forever vibrating out into somewhere, until the right receptor comes along? "I waited for the sound of him it was there deep within my soul would the wolf come man again for either’s howl is whole" This gives me chills........ Indeed the voice comes from deep in the soul I can testify that the wolf spirit can "come man again' in the right circumstance. "I left those years of long ago returning to the present again" More chills... "I wonder the wander of “them,” and at the lives that stay" Yes, the wolf spirits wander away, And someday I will wander with them, When I have overstayed. K, I am close to tears... this poem hit me that hard.. Thank you for it..and I thank your brother for his part in this, and his wisdom in seeking knowledge from his totem. Egads, I have a big mouth, I'll shut up now....:-) Namaste ford |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
As "The Duke" would say, "Well, there ya go!"  I think ice covered all the basses. Enjoyed the read. JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
paw-prints in dirt’s damp below gave view to hidden night’s life in the ice of winter’s air came his spirit emanating strife I waited for the sound of him it was there deep within my soul would the wolf come man again for either’s howl is whole it was his search within my eyes we spoke so, silently he looked on toward the cottonwood then disappeared quietly This is magnificent... and deeply touching! *S* |
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