This is a beautiful portrayal of Native American culture. I love the part where she bestowed wisdom to him.

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.

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 ✨

Powerful work. Tremendous.

Did you also read part 1 WAITING FOR MONSTERS?

I smile on both ends from that comment!

Since that day at 24, I’m ok on orgasms. Toys and strange men…sorry society. Women also! Yummy. A few things still trigger. Face front is the worst. Feeling restricted (held down) causes me to freeze. Or I see past faces that aren’t there. Some music triggers and some names, also. Not being in a relationship, I probably have too much sex. Last relationship there was companionship and caring – but little sex. I ended it. I still have a life to live. I can’t do boredom.

Your body was there, going through the motions, and that was it. Tough first part

Blushing now!

I must say, I really like the new style you are writing in. This is so peaceful and reflective

Beautifully penned, S. Crisp imagery and an excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Libellule, this is hands down the best travel poem I have ever read. You do much more than illustrate you dig deep into the emotional journey in a way that is sheer awe inspiring to read. Many can take the journey but few that paint both the scenes and emotions in such a deeply passionate and grand way. I am enthralled by the way your lyrical poetics spill across the screen as I read. Truly a masterpiece of travelers poetry.

John

Once I got passed the delicious picture I found something even better….your words.
Terrific 👍

We read this offline and don’t know why but but we thought of Casketsharpe, not really your norm. We thought erotic at first but changed our mind preference/acceptance, tight

Passionately penned, S. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

You are a true poet in every sense of the word. This is so well written I felt it deep my soul. This is the perfect sensual poem that goes deep into the emotion the woman with tender and powerful depth of passion. No one does this better than you.

John