I have no particular theme of topics for which I enjoy writing. I write about whatever inspires me at a given moment--perhaps prompted by something I've seen or read. However, in most of my poetry, I write about people as in this piece, "Singing Dove".
Singing Dove
Born in a teepee To a young squaw with sun-parched skin Who awaits her wee babe with love While it cries its first precious life sound Accompanied by the echo of a singing dove.
Singing Dove he is named A young Indian boy so small His mother watches him quickly grow From infant to short legs and stumbling feet Gaining strength and running proud to show.
Shooting his little bow and arrows Hitting his mark dead center Killing a rabbit for his meal Riding his horse bareback and fast Homeward bound to celebrate his kill.
A fine rabbit stew for supper
Prairie vegetables in the pot
Indians sucking on the marrow in bones Little to sustain many hungry bellies Until a buffalo can be got.
Singing Dove, the chief’s own son Growing proud, noble and tall Becoming a proud warrior Fierce and strong And the bravest among them all.
An outstanding write my friend, I love to read, study, research, and teach about Native Americans...this is a powerful write and a great glimpse into the life of Singing Dove....you've penned it well my friend!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
What a wonderful tale of life you have penned, Jeanette. From infant to responsible man, we watched Singing Dove evolve. Once the Native Americans lived in peace and in harmony with nature but over time, they have been forced to blend in, to avoid being outcast or termed "savages." I suppose it is the way of America for all cultures to meld, but it is sad that progress has taken us so far from the peacefulness that comes from living off of the land in harmony with Mother Earth. This is an excellent offering, that starts a spin in the mind of the reader that continues to grow long after the last stanza has been read.
Take care,
Sherry
I just got through reading "Panther in the Sky," where a newborn is named for something around him. Tecumsa was named for a great meteor in the sky; it glowed like panther's eyes...a beautiful, beautiful write; well done!
Jeanette, you've captured a scene here that kept this reader enjoying until the last line. You've given us a beautiful scene allowing the mind to explode with images of the young Indian boy...a taste of rabbit stew, a sense of smell, and a sense of pride. I liked this immensely.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
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Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Take care,
Sherry
Be safe,
Karen
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Lena
I just got through reading "Panther in the Sky," where a newborn is named for something around him. Tecumsa was named for a great meteor in the sky; it glowed like panther's eyes...a beautiful, beautiful write; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.