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Neville wrote a new post
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“These words may have no beginning”… they have no end either… Enchanting, captivating, breathtaking… passionate as only how passion should be. this is a masterpiece of poetry and love, though the reader smiles as they read, yet it pulls a tender tear from the heart, a tear of love. Mr. Ken would be joyous reading this. beyond gorgeous….
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Many thanks my very dearest of literary friends .. Please excuse my delayed response, I have been a bit busy of late and am still stumbling near blindly around this delightful website .. p.s. am glad you smile so favourably upon this little scribble and hope that Mr. Simm would similarly approve .. Kindest of regards & with wishes for all good things, Your friend, ME 🙂
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Beautifully penned, Neville. A very delicate write my friend. Excellent work.. Appreciate you.
Damian
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After reading the comments above, what could I possibly say? Hopefully, and it’s not just my wishful thinking it is the end part that is “real”. But that middle should be “real” as well. Damn Neville, your poem makes the reader (me) hope it is all “real” (and yes, even the fantasy parts!!) The sum of all these parts is: I loved reading your poem, Neville!!!!!!!!!
Curt
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Thomas W. Case wrote a new post
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its a whole new ball game isn’t it .. You are a braver man than me tho’ Thomas I daren’t try anything new these days .. I’m either stuck in a rut or stuck in my ways .. Just keep using that shovel tho’ mate and you’ll have a hole in one in no time .. 👍
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I do know some of these terms. I get antsy watching golf. You do need concentration and a good swing. I liked this
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This is a beautiful portrayal of Native American culture. I love the part where she bestowed wisdom to him.
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Most people don’t know the ugly history of the US. They do not know of the ‘Trail of Tears’ and the forced march suffered by Native American peoples. And some think it was only the Cherokee on this ‘trail’. It included the Cree, Seminole, and Miccosukee, and other Tribes. Many thousands died along the way. This horror is part of what they want to erase from the history books.
My ancestors (a long ago Grandmother on my father’s side), were slaughtered by the Dutch. She was Lenape.
Thank you Mary, for sharing, it means a lot to me.
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I love Native America, Native America tales, wisdom, music and wolves, their howls and cries. and like expected of their music, the one you’ve shared holds sadness within its layers. I amdire your poem for the simplicity yet the depth it has, normally longer poems don’t keep me along the reading, but here it’s different, I read it all with no pressure, it feels like home, the Native America home… the burnt sage caught me because it’s in my culture too.
the sheer wisdom and magnificence of the final two verses are for real something else. True loves comes when You find your own whole self, when You win your spiritual test and yes finds the home in You (how I love this phrase!) You don’t need someone to complete You, You want someone to share it with You. yet, even that the broken hearted wolf knows this truth, he also knows that sometimes You must feel it all to be able to let it go or pass to the new stage. a truly brilliant piece my friend ✨-
Hi Light, I think your comment is better than my poem. Thank you! And yes, true love is sharing, not dominating, not completing, not two becomes one, but seeing each other with mutual respect and equals.
In the new year, I am submitting a manuscript for a book of many of my Native American poems. It is still to be determined whether it well be accepted. But if it is it will be my 5th book of poetry. The book is titled “Poems Caught In My Dreamcatcher”. I will announce its publication here at SR.
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This is so tender
Favorite part is how you ended it
“with not one hint
of a beginning, no signs of a
middle nor trace of an imminent end even”