Soon the fish will come.
Soon the seals will dance beneath the ice.
A warmer glory will rise,
Pale against the pastel
Cold blue backdrop.
Softer fingers will reach out,
A gentle touch of life
And fire withheld.
The wasteland empty, frozen,
Will not relent its heart
Give up or give out.
But gone the icy welcome,
A knife cut razor glare
Usurped by lucid reason.
And soon the fish will come.
And soon the seals will dance.
"You fancy me mad."
spit, mixed with dirt - muddy words flow
What comes to me as a still, small voice in the atmosphere of daylight and evening. © Mario Savioni and Musings, 2013. Unauthorized use or duplication of this material without the consent of the author is prohibited. Small (100 words or less) excerpts or links are permitted as long as credit is given to Mario Savioni with direction to the original content. Please refrain from “reblogging” posts.
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Beautiful.
Thank you. I hope this this one made you think as I’m still not sure what it’s about, and they’re my words! Glad you like it.
I’ve only written a couple Native American poems, based on dreams I had a million years ago–so, in that, I understand what you mean. They might not survive criticism by actual Native Americans, but who knows? There is just something distinctive, a quiet reverence, in their writing–which I felt you captured.
Pleased you think so. This was one where the first line seemed just to appear and wouldn’t go away until I’d done something with it!
Gotta go with it, when that happens.
Love that refrain: “And soon the seals will dance….” All of this loveliness–thank you.
Thank you very much for your comment – I appreciate you taking the time to leave some feedback.
This is very fine
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Love it. I found an Inuit language website.
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Really well-expressed.
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Lovely piece.
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Lovely read 😊
Thank you. I’m pleased that you liked this.
😊 You’re welcome.