Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Wednesday September 8, 2010 One Shot Poetry

Wiwajang Wacipi Wakane Wopila

Billowing columns of white smoke
rise from your camp fire.
Wheels rattle along dusty dirt roads.

Lacy shadows crawl in patterns
across the pathway.
Blue morning glories cascade
on a roadside fence.

Deep in the heart of the canyon,
The river flows,
Reflecting blue skies.

Wiwajang Wacipi Wakane Wopila

You stand before me in memory,
Your Mother, your Aunts,
And your Grandmother,
All of the women of your line.

We shared the same dwelling
In different time and space.
When I came,
You had already departed,
But left your energy
Neatly folded upon the shelf,
For me to find.

And now, in the season,
You come to my land,
We hold friendship sacred.

Wiwajang Wacipi Wakane Wopila


Glynn said...

Reading this is like standing in a dry but beautiful landscape. Well done.

Brian Miller said...

a rather stirring poem had me standing right there...and thinking of ancestors...nice one shot.

Anonymous said...

I loved this, especially the penultimate stanza spoke to me, about sharing the same dwelling at different times (btw, did you mean 'space' in the second line?), and about the energy left

Neatly folded upon the shelf,
For me to find.

Blue Sky Dreaming said...

I agree with gospelwriter the two lines that also touch my heart are:
Neatly folded upon the shelf,
For me to find.

signed...bkm said...

this is the cycle of life in a few stanzas - love how you connect with the women of your past here...lovely...bkm

Ian Foster said...

this is a wonderful poem Annell, each verse evokes a familiar scene and I find the second half particularly poignant.

Marilyn said...

So very beautiful, I felt as though your words were calling me. I too think of the women in my family before me ..all living the same just in different areas and different conditions. Your poem is so spiritual.

Dianne said...


KB said...

Wonderful poem. Felt like I was right there.

dustus said...

Beautiful in the connections made, the sound of the lines, and those clouds in the photo are stunning too.

SandyCarlson said...

Perfect. Thank you.

brokenpenwriter said...

Lovely, stunning photos and gentle voice of respect for those who went before us and for the movement of everything, including shadows cast by clouds. I enjoyed your poem - it was like a visit to an old friend.

neva gagliano said...

i needed a little bit of taos today..i came to the right place.!

Eric Alder said...

Wiwajang Wacipi Wakane Wopila

I have no idea what it means, but I like the way it sounds. Nice one, Annell!

Pete Marshall said...

hi annell..what does Wiwajang Wacipi Wakane Wopila sounds beautiful...the poem was a wonderful celebration..very well written and loved the share..cheers pete

One Stop - The Place For Poets, Writers & Artists said...

Love the full picture of nature, a time before, a heritage to behold and pass on

Thanks for sharing with One Shot

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