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Old Man of Walpi
Old Man of Walpi
Windblown sand smile
Is a night-blooming cereus
That gathers ancient ghosts
In circle of slow fire melody
Whose embers smoke heaven
Like fine tobacco
In his inner peace pipe
That glows with the fire of dust
Of ashen piles in the gold of love
Whose gourd rattles
With seeds to be planted
In rows where the dark earth
Gathers her skirts to dance
Windblown sand smile
Is a night-blooming cereus
That gathers ancient ghosts
In circle of slow fire melody
Whose embers smoke heaven
Like fine tobacco
In his inner peace pipe
That glows with the fire of dust
Of ashen piles in the gold of love
Whose gourd rattles
With seeds to be planted
In rows where the dark earth
Gathers her skirts to dance
Published 7th Jul 2021
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Anonymous
8th Jul 2021 00:38am
Ohhh WOW!!
You edited this from the original version that I read and even though I enjoyed the first draft, this one is truly stellar, in my opinion!
Your poem is just perfection In capturing a distinct spirit and coloring it beautifully upon the page.... All while reminding me of my personal experience with a years long friendship of someone who's Native American and all she and her family have taught me.
I am so smitten with those last two last lines!!!
Such a pleasure to read!!!
🌹-💙
Susan
You edited this from the original version that I read and even though I enjoyed the first draft, this one is truly stellar, in my opinion!
Your poem is just perfection In capturing a distinct spirit and coloring it beautifully upon the page.... All while reminding me of my personal experience with a years long friendship of someone who's Native American and all she and her family have taught me.
I am so smitten with those last two last lines!!!
Such a pleasure to read!!!
🌹-💙
Susan
Much and abundant thanks, my friend! For this poem, I tried to strike a balance between being a wild song with unbridled words and being clear in its meaning. In the end, I went with making it a melodious wordsmithing. Love that those last two lines worked so well with you my friend. Love that you established such a great cross-cultural friendship. Imagine you learned a lot and that their wisdom made a difference in your life.
My inspiration was a man who presided over us tourists in a building in an ancient pueblo on the Hopi Reservation. He seemed to be in a world of his own like he was gazing inward instead of outward.
Thank you beyond the cosmic expanse my friend Susan,
Xo
John
My inspiration was a man who presided over us tourists in a building in an ancient pueblo on the Hopi Reservation. He seemed to be in a world of his own like he was gazing inward instead of outward.
Thank you beyond the cosmic expanse my friend Susan,
Xo
John
8th Jul 2021 5:39pm
8th Jul 2021 6:50pm
Thank you so much Cipher! Glad you enjoyed my mad poetics here. Your impression is much appreciated.
John
John
9th Jul 2021 5:38pm
9th Jul 2021 6:04pm
9th Jul 2021 9:08pm
