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Our story etched in red sandstone
manifesting in times, unknown
pictographs of who and what we are
symbols of the sun, moon and stars
in ancient ruins we bare our souls
songs linger after the last drum-roll
listen and you will hear the rattles
feel the scars of our many battles
musicians, poets and dreamers
visionaries, we were believers
warriors of heart, mind and spirit
planting seeds for you to inherit
ancient dwellers, leaving sacred songs
here melodies of our hearts belong
will the beat survive modern times
mystical verses chanted in rhyme
may our journey never fade away
withstanding storms in rocks and clay
on wings of eagles and hawks we fly
catching the updraft soaring blue sky
leaving pieces of ourselves behind
mysteries unsolved, trails to find
stories have a beginning and end
the prologue is yet to be penned
will you bring honor to our quest?
remember the beginning and not forget
a picture is worth a thousand words to us
deciphering our words, in you we trust
sharing with Poets United
That has such a great rhythm to it! I can definitely hear the drums.
ReplyDeleteHi Alex,
DeleteI too hear the drums.
Love all those pictures and what they can tell us... we have stone carvings here in Sweden, and it's fascinating what they might tell us.
ReplyDeleteYes, it was the ancestors way of communicating and I feel we all leave our marks in the journey.
Delete" stories have a beginning and end
ReplyDeletethe prologue is yet to be penned.."
Topic for follow up with one of many excellent lines.
ZQ
Thank you ZQ! It leaves hope that the story will never fade, just move in a new direction.
DeleteSure had the beat down. Have to keep life's melodies going and ask those questions that bring forth a thousand words.
ReplyDeleteSo true Pat, we must ask questions if we are to learn the melody.
DeleteI think we all hope that our journey will not fade away, that we will have made our mark, that we will be remembered. We hope that the pieces of ourselves that we have left behind will be enough, that they will be treasured after we are gone, and not thrown to the wind as being worthless. Beautiful contemplative writing, Trudessa.
ReplyDeleteMary, I so agree with you and I too wonder would I be remembered? I hope that in my journey I have made a difference.
DeleteYou have in mine, my friend.
DeleteThank you Sherry and you have touched my life as well!
DeleteThis feels like an ancient song sung by the ancestors who have lived here before....we are all ancestors leaving seeds of ourselves, stories, behind for those yet to come. This was beautiful and pulled me along with the ancestors singing.
ReplyDeleteDonna, yes we are leaving seeds in hope that our stories will flourish long after we are gone.
DeleteWe must leave a legacy. Its important to the total journey
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Truedessa
much love...
I agree Gillena, our legacy brings our journey to fulfillment.
Deleteyou tapped into the soul of a poet or a musician with this...intriguing read
ReplyDeleteThank you Robert!
DeleteSuch a beautiful poem. I am fascinated by the petroglyphs on the rocks.....so beautiful, especially the moon. One of my favourites of your poems.
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry, there is hunter under the moon. They left their stories behind in a small cliff dwelling of about a dozen apartments.
DeleteA mesmerizing cadence to this piece. I, too, hear the drums.
ReplyDeleteThe way in which you intertwine the theme of the ancient dwellers with the hope of all who walk this earth (I would imagine)... is really well done.
Wonderfully constructed with evocative 'picture' metaphors throughout. A pleasure to read.
Hi Wendy,
DeleteThanks for visiting and you are correct. I was trying to weave the hope of the past, present and future for all.
Yesterday and tomorrow dancing to beat of an eternal song, one that grows with every life, one that breathes through noses that are gone and some not yet born... What a wonderful sound the present makes when it invites us to remember that without yesterday there is no tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteVery well said Magaly, we are the threads of yesterday, today and tomorrow, let us weave a beautiful tapestry!
DeleteYesterday and tomorrow are two different sides of the same coin. Such a stunning poem!💜
ReplyDeleteSanaa that is true, with saying that I feel we must live in the present and hopefully leave imprints in the journey.
DeleteSuch a beautiful ode to everlasting love ~ This is my favorite stanza:
ReplyDeleteancient dwellers, leaving sacred songs
here melodies of our hearts belong
will the beat survive modern times
mystical verses chanted in rhyme
Thank you Grace! It is nice to see you around again.
DeleteThis is a beautiful poem honoring our ancestral past while we write our present and future. I love that last line.
ReplyDeleteMyrna - Thank you!
DeleteWhere would we be without the ones who came before us? I believe their dreams and hopes still live within our bones.
ReplyDeleteI agree they are part of our DNA.
DeleteThat definitely evoked a feeling of life in times long gone!
ReplyDeleteThat is does Silver!
DeleteI truly love and enjoy the way you write! So beautiful! So much feeling in every piece! Thank you! Big Hugs!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Hugs back
DeleteWe could learn a lot from those wise ones! (If only we would.)
ReplyDeleteSo true Rosemary
DeleteQuite magical and so true, the wise look to yesterday for guidance....
ReplyDeleteI agree Shadow we can learn much from the past and ancestors.
DeleteLoved this, True! Just beautiful! I've spent a fair amount of time among Anasazi ruins, and they speak to my soul. I can feel the people who have gone from these sacred places when I sit among the ruins. One of my favorite books of poetry is "When Clay Sings" by Byrd Baylor. It's about the shards of pottery the Ancient Ones left behind.
ReplyDeleteThanks Fundy, I will have to find that book! I too can often feel and see their stories.
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