Digging for Arrowheads (poem) by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse on AuthorsDen

Digging for Arrowheads
by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse → (All Poetry by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse)
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I felt the caresser of the funnel winds Guarding me inside the vortex As I watched the fresh cut clover Whirl around and around me...

Digging for Arrowheads It is the gray matter that hangs today A steel slate blue that dances with questions Announcing those far off storm clouds With bolting jewels painting the sky I want to be tied up with rainbows And ride high on those silver leaf meadows Where the lilaceous tiger lily growls And the ditch weeds are tender asparagus A natural harvest that I can see a mile away It’s the wild earth that sows my roots But the rain came to distract me Pelting my skin like pebble stones It felt good in a cleansing sort of way Retelling me of the closed turquoise mines Which reminds me I look forward to the Indian messenger The one who named me back then He wrote my name in the wet sand Next to those cactus up on the hill It’s sunny there with a good view I was digging for arrowheads… Poetry Chronicles: Victoria L. McColley

Reviewed by Michael True

Reviewed on June 30, 2013

I too collect the stones that bring magic to our lives, remind us of our history. A vivid outpouring of metaphor describing the downpour - pelting my skin like pebble stones - love it! M.True

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on June 17, 2013

Vistas with Life abundant!

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on June 15, 2013

Great imagery with a fine "soup�on"of Vickiese to enhance the whole offering. Thnak you for sharing, Vickie. Love and best wishes,

xo Regis

Reviewed by Paul Berube

And all that was experienced while simply digging for some arrowheads! An amazing write, Victoria.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Apropos for the recent storms coursing the country. I love the imagery of turquoise and arrowheads along with the mystery of the land and our forbearers who lived off this land and viewed the same �bolting jewels painting the sky.�

Simply lovely.

Ron

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Focused and inspired! Sensuously Native...A calling of long ago and remembrance...the muse is treating you well nowadays, my love, and it's often a tragedy and upheaval that turquoise surfaces to dispel negative energy. Turquoise is my birthstone, but you knew that...it's a purification stone, one that suits us both in our times of need in current healing processes...This is chakra poetry as turquoise is associated with the throat chakra...your voice is well received...

Yours xoxo

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Beautifully worded, Vickie. I am bonded by one line in the whole poem, and it is, "And the ditch weeds are tender asparagus." What a dynamite visual! Everything abut this poem is so deliciously penned from wanting to "be tied up with rainbows," to "I look forward to the Indian messenger / The one who named me back then." Oh this is such a good write. I'm keeping it.