Spirit of the Shaman A Waterfall of Dreams

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Sun, 09 Sep 2012
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Nestled beneath a harvest moon,
our waterfall of dreams shall sing,
as quiet as angels with translucent
wings...guardians of all who nourish
and sustain this our native homelands,

but if the seeds should scatter,
like the memories that shatter,
thus into a million fragments...
splintered particles lurking in
the corners of my understanding,

if I should stand on the precipice,
clouds bursting forth like ghostly
figures...drifting silently like snakes
devouring me, till a blood red moon
stands above a grieving silent earth,
a million celestial bodies sparkling,
lighting the peace of this our darkness.

For I am the feathered one...reaching out
on eagles wings I soar, drifting into the
rainbow of my waterfall...listen to my
cries of hunger...a hunter for to claim,
only what sustainment requires essential,

When a blue moon brings silhouetted shapes,
my people will ride on steeds of great speed,
the earth shall hear only our flight...as fire rages
in our hearts, lifting spirits on and on...destinations
we have many...though we return once more our
journey's end...reaching our waterfall of dreams.

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Thankyou so much Blessing, your comment is a true insperation, which is much appreciated. Thankyou for reading and glad you enjoyed. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Highhat on
So spiritual Jenny- almost like a meditation and a chant of sorts. ;)Pia

Submitted by inspired light on
I really liked this poem Jenny, i enjoyed the pace and energy it contained. I really think you have an understanding of mood and content...well done...suprized it wasn't cherry picked...but then who am i to say...lol

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Pia, I was so glad you read and enjoyed my poem. It was written while listening to some music, which gave me the inspiration, that I came to write this poem. It was very uplifting to write and to get deep into the American Indians thoughts. Thankyou for reading and taking the time to comment, which you know is always appreciated. Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi there inspired light, it's so good to know that you got so much out of this poem, it really gives me such a boost for writing, when I know someone enjoys what I write. Thankyou not only for reading, but also for your vote of confidence, it means a lot. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
This is beautiful, Jenny;-) Just a couple of points. Third line, I think either, 'as quiet angels with translucent wings' or 'as quiet as angels...' might be better than 'quietly'. And, third stanza, second line, should be 'forth'. The second stanza particularly stands out for me:- "but if the seeds should scatter, like the memories that shatter, thus into a million fragments... splintered particles lurking in the corners of my understanding," Very much enjoyed. Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Tina, thankyou for your help with the writing, will put things right when I've answered your comment. It's good to know you enjoyed reading this poem, as you know, I have a great interest in the American Indians and just had to get this poem down. Thankyou for reading and letting me know. Hope you are having a good day and that things are well with you and yours. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Highhat on
I am glad I came back to this poem Jenny- it is so atmospheric. I realize it must be very close to the First Nation (that's what they are called today I think- by whom I am not sure) peoples spirituality. It is really very beautiful. 'but if the seeds should scatter, like the memories that shatter, thus into a million fragments... splintered particles lurking in the corners of my understanding,' this is my favourite stanza. I am just not sure why you wrote 'if' because there is no what happens then! Maybe I just can't see it, blind as a bat am I. I am sure I don't understand this deep spirituality half as much as you do. ;)Pia

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hello cherry pickers, what a lovely surprise to turn on and find I have cherries. It means a lot just at this moment, because I've just got in and feel sick. Fell over on the pavement. My knees been bleeding and my arm and hands are all scraped. I think it's the shock and the fact I lost my dignity in front of people, although they were very kind and helped me up, my heart was beating like the clapers. The funny side was that my extra large boobs saved my face, as I went headfirst. Anyway thanks again, really chuffed. Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi there Pia, glad of you to come back. I don't mind explaining the poem at all, it's kind of you to ask. but if the seeds should scatter. Meant that throwing the seed across the earth, we are never quite sure of where it might land and if the four winds might blow it somewhere else. like the memories that shatter. As with the seeds, memories can be decieving and become fragments of long ago times. Splintered particles lurking in the corners of my understanding. Memories that get confused with time. A bit like when you try to remember back on parts of your own life, memories can become hazy, sometimes we only remember parts our brain wants us to remember. Hope that makes more sense to the stanza, but I really appreciate you coming back and asking. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Denzella on
Hello Jenny, I am not very good at giving constructive feedback on poetry because I am not very good at poetry but also I don't seem able to take it off the screen. I do better with hard copy. So apologies for that but I just wanted to say I really enjoyed this poem. It is spiritual and spiritually uplifting if that makes any sense, Moya
 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi there Moya, of course I understand fully what you mean. Sometimes poems come so hard for me to write, but I do have moments where the words just flow. You too have written some brilliant poetry and your humour never fails to cheer me up. You have a natural gift for a love of life and that is to be cherished. Thankyou so much for reading and letting me know you enjoyed. Jenny.

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Breath-takingly beautiful, Jenny. Sorry I'm so late to this one, but I'm glad I found it in the end ;-) Well done on the well-deserved cherries! Magic xxx

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Magic, thanks for reading this poem, please don't worry about being late, it's so hard to get around to everyones work, I quite understand. Glad you were able to get here in the end. You know I always appreciate your words. Thankyou again. Jenny.xxx

 

Submitted by TVR on
So many plaudits and all very much deserved for this uplifting piece. It always thrills me to see you get recognition, Jenny, knowing how far you’ve come with your writing, and particularly your poetry. There’s little I can add to the above, other than to endorse all of it and say well done, another fine piece of work, and of course, congratulations on the cherries. Thoroughly deserved. Trev

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Thankyou so much Trev. My imagination went into overdrive with this poem. I'm so grateful to you for letting me know you enjoyed and it's always a pleasure to read your comments. Thanks again. Jenny.