embe - where did you go? Come back..... |
Yes! Today I looked at Portfolio, remembered you, hovered, and saw you've been away since 2015. I worried that you had left us for good, but then read that you'd recovered from surgery, and now I just want to hear your voice, the ethereal voice you always use, that sometimes confuses me, making me think deeply...wishing to be as good, as rich, as original with words and thoughts as you are. Embe? |
Hello Ann, Herewith my poem for the suffering Red Indians of old. "Graves Of Stone" I dread the dead of night where ancient spirits hide frightened the fear within, my weary wandering mind a blinding sight before me. The ghosts on wild ponies hanging lonely from a tree the ropes twisting in a noose, now too tight to breathe the air in that rain cloud, clouded dark. "Will you find a way to help us within a hole lying with a crow stumbling scared, wrath in here, where ghosts are free to roam, moaning with the Indians of old. Trying to find our way home dragging their weary bones through the burning stakes, your father that Governor sealing our fate years ago. Fire away! The command ordered by the Generals.” Our wounded lying lame pleading precious mercy for pride that will heal us. Wrapped around wounds to ride home on the wind praying for our families, who will save us now in a tomb with a view? Reserved for whites only bragging their mansions built on graves of stone; our ghosts will rise again envy to die for our freedom. By embe still in sadness. |
Hello, My name is Marci. I see that you like to write poetry, and so I would like to invite you to join "The Poet's Place " . We are just starting out and we are having a "~ The Poet's Place Cafe~" . Come check us out! Sincerely, Marci Missing Everyone |