Poems of the Week~ Truedessa and Ed Pilolla~ A Double Header!

Kids, in winding up this year of spectacular poetry from our members, I wanted to offer you Truedessa's marvelous poem from last summer, Dear Ancestors, which I had meant to feature much sooner. I cannot let this year end without sharing it with you.

Then, Ed Pilolla, of his blog by the same name, gobsmacked me with my favourite poem of his of all-time, The Trees this week. There was nothing for it but to give you a double-header of delight. Enjoy!

Truedessa writes the dictates of her muse at True Wanderings. You are sure to find many wise and wonderful gems there, for Truedessa is a seeker and a dreamer. Her work is all about the journey.

LETTER FROM ANOTHER TIME

Dear Ancestors,

I have heard your soft whispers

blowing through tall green pines

please remember us & our ways

calling me to a higher understanding

moving vessel between two realms

I have walked beside you on rustic trails

through oppressive darkness & bright light

soared on the wings of a red tail hawk

swooping the forest & canyons below

new perspective flowing river of life

I have sat by your warm campfires

gazed into roaring flames, listened

crackling & popping of hot embers

heard amazing stories brave warriors

fighting for survival during harsh times

I have danced counter-clockwise

under a velvet sky & golden moon

haunting native rhythm water drums,

wooden flutes & shaking turtle rattles

caught in the beat feathery feet

I have heard your cries & felt your pain

watched in sadness over a dying land

trees disappearing, water no longer pure

earth changing click click of hands

modern times & evolution of mankind

I have embraced the arms of a journey

followed a path through woodlands

traveled a field of wondrous dreams

seen faces of hope for lost people

in the shadows of a new world

I have given my heart to learn the way

of the dreamer, so that I may unlock

the gateways to new dimensions

finding the keys to possibilities

welcoming the colors of imagination 

Thank you for awakening a sleeping storyteller..

Sincerely,

A Dreamer...

Truedessa, August 17, 2013

Thank you, Truedessa, for this wonderful poem, and for the beauty of all of your work, so descriptive of  nature and the spirit world, so inter-connected with the All That Is.

Now here comes Ed, lickety split, on his way to receiving an Excellence in Journalism award at some point in the near future, I predict. And who, while we have known him, found true love and produced the most beautiful baby girl ever, proving that goodness, love and beauty are abundant in this world. (Check out his blog for Hazel's photo. It brings joy just to look upon her radiant presence.)

The Trees

The trees are really one large tree running through the earth, branches reaching out so her fingertips and rooty toes poke through the land. Pruning a limb is trimming her nails. Snoozing in the shade is sleeping in the giant’s hand.

Squids reside in the deepest, darkest parts of the ocean, and she looks more like them than you or me. The land created tunnels where the true-hearted play, even the moon presses secret footprints without anything to say.

Night and day are children of father time, and both kids share this wild tree house on God’s starry farm.

Magic as an eclipse, gifts reveal themselves. Before lunch is where I grew so much younger in your strong arms, sweet as the dark daughter sweeping land and feet with a midday kiss.

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Wow, kids. Don't those two offerings swell your heart? Such possibility and inspiration, seeing life through the eyes of a poet brings us! The joy of sharing, encouraging and appreciating each other's work, so wonderful and rich an experience.  It has been a glorious year of sharing our love of poetry with you, my friends, and I look forward to much more of the same in 2014.

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