Illahee. Awenasa, Mahkah.
The lesson Momma taught me
(which momma never taught me)
was -
No, is.
To not be angry.
To endure your pain.
To let be as things be.
To not multiply your pain
by fletching and loosing blame.
Bend the bow into a bow,
offer connection.
Seeing.
Welcoming.
The lesson Momma taught me
(which momma never taught me)
was -
Notice.
Endure the theft of self by other.
Endure ignorant and ignoring.
Endure the losings of the way.
Support it all.
Support it all.
Offer flowers where you can.
Feed the trees.
Carry the herd.
Invite the flock.
Wait with the stones.
One day one will listen.
One day one will see.
Will that one be one being?
One culture?
One day?
One may one day One.
Endure.
Support.
Offer, Feed, Carry, Invite...
Wait.
The lesson Momma taught me.
Wordlessly.
Unceasingly.
Inerrantly.
(Which Momma never taught me, ‘cuz Momma doesn’t do.)
Know this.
To earn, to see, to receive these the lessons.
Is on us.
Our active offering to the Great Receptive.
Listen. Love. Learn.
One may one day One.
One day no one will have won.
One may one day One.
Listen. Love. Learn.
Categories:
fletching, earth, environment, native american,
Form: Free verse
I saw a woman walking by.
She wasn't all that fetching.
When just above her in the air
came Cupid like a fletching.
In taking aim he shot me twice.
Once in each balled eye.
And then he said in deepened voice;
"Now can't you see she's fly".
I notice then she came in close
and stunk of ransid hide.
Then Cupid grabbed his bow again,
My nose his taget pride.
The woman asked me how I was
with such a crackling voice.
I knew at once My ears were next
and Cupid had no choice.
Now I was blind and deaf and bloody
My nostrils without smell.
and now I could not hear his wings
that creature come from Hell.
At once the woman reached for me.
I falling cold in shock.
And if she didn't comfort me
and love began to knock.
Now I knew Cupid had a plan.
that left me all for dead.
but feeling all her comfort now
was coming while I bled.
Then Cupid asked, "You love her now"?
And I began to heal.
I looked at him and then at her
and realized I could feel.
Categories:
fletching, angel, beauty, bereavement, cute
Form: Quatrain
We are the-
Unattainable
Lampshades--flickering
On and off-
In-and-out
With
And without.
--And her skin
Is all I can breathe.
I write in cartilage
Memoirs just to feel
Unfeeling.
But we love unfairly
Until digging nails
Into walls--
Becomes beautiful
We-the-unreachable.
Categories:
fletching, longing, love, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
Total Recall
What I used to think, I loved and used to know,
Serving a bowstring, this I used to know,
Fumbling with the tools, I never thought about,
Now stumbling to remember, I often doubt.
Pride in remembering what this is all about,
Fletching, cock feather, never a doubt,
Silence the string, of homemade wool,
Instinctive love never foils the fool.
Drawn and held, the second of truth,
What I remembered was, the hit, the proof,
Arrows fly, straight from the heart,
We are never so far from where we start.
Shafts often are lost, and we strive to find,
Paths seem to veer from course, yet to them we bind,
We never forget, the truth we know,
And return to all loves we have known, as we grow.
(Stoic)
Categories:
fletching, life,
Form: Couplet
Dress up now boy and girl, It’s time for bonfire joy
Bring your purse bring smile line up now for fun
Many costumes many shades walking in the haze
Sounds of drumming and of horn fletching reborn.
Kids wander in the dark, go from house to house
And the adults partying the night away somewhere
A girl extended her hand; we took a walk on the lake
Saw an old house not lived in for many years.
We had it all the house, nothing could stop us now
A whisper went around a small town, tummy round
The girl searched for who gifted her with a child.
As we were all in masks and outrageous costumes
I could detect her because of a mole on upper lip,
Love story goes on, my son to step into my shoes.
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Categories:
fletching, girl, house,
Form: Free verse