Ink Artist
Ink Artist
Jun 08, 2011

~of sun & spirits

in echoes of faraway silence
in naked stones and sassafras root
and the prick of thistles

it lingers

like the white cries of
Cree spirits to the lumbering Milk River

and an angry sun
on its bruised cornflower canvas of sky
stares at the sad faces of painted pansies
through slanting shafts of grey

wishing

to wash over the dancing dust
of billowing prairie grasses

to softly shower away
the quiet

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Country/Region: USA

Favorite Poets: Pablo Neruda

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Comments

CCfire

CCfire

13 years 10 months ago

I am so glad you found your way here, hope you will stay around. Your poetry is always something I've enjoyed so much and this is no different, it's a joy to see it and hopefully you will get a great following here. :) xx

4

Lori, I was so pleased to see your name & poetry in the stream. Glad you could make it and I hope you enjoy your time here.

There is nothing to critique, this is a lovely soft piece of poetry... from a whisper to a sigh.

Nordic cloud

Oh this is magnificent, like the sky itself so blue
the mystery of spirits crying though the whole
in rich coloured painted faces
and waving grasses,

I loved the ride on the words of your poem.

Thank you and love from Ann of Norway.

"billowing prairie grasses
(to) softly shower away

the quiet."

.. could almost be called a most beautiful haïku,
in fact a TERRIFIC ONE to my mind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and I'm just playing mind you!

an angry sun

on a bruised cornflower canvas
sky

lumbering
the white cries of Cree spirits
Milk River.

OH its all so evocative and ......? Sigh!

Pamela A. Lamppa

Ahhh, there is such a light that glows within these words. Title is so fitting for this gem.

L1 - feels a bit odd to me logically - echoes of faraway silence. The logic tells me there is no echo in silence, but I like the way the line melds into L2. Maybe something other than "echoes"

perhaps:

in emptiness of distant silence

(just a thought)

Some honing to pare down a bit more too will give this powerful work more impact.

like white cries of
Cree spirits ...

and an angry sun
on its bruised cornflower canvas sky
stares at sad faces of painted pansies
through slanted grey shafts

etc.

Just a few thoughts. All in all, this is a powerful and dynamic work that brings a reader so much closer to inner self and the desire to truly connect to their roots, to nature, and to what truly matters to their soul.

Lovely, lovely, lovely. You are so talented. Thank you for the opportunity to absorb your words. ~Pamela