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Poetry n Prose 2

Sea Spirit
 

I see you lean back and forth as you kayak across the channels

wondering if what I said about sea spirits is true

you drop tobacco in the water every time now, just in case

and my heart smiles at your young soul

sometimes I catch your eyes boring the ocean depths

trying to soak in its magic

and I think you catch glimpses of me

I know you go there when my memory fills your mind so much

that there are no words or reason to left to share it with anyone

my friends and I play endlessly

gliding through the reefs, dodging glacier ice and loving you

we splash against your boat to wash the dust from your eyes

that makes you blind to truth

we scare sharks from your proximity

and call killer whales to come and give you a show

the dolphins, sea lions and I swim in and out of the water

so you won't feel alone

Old Tlingit spirits give me songs

to keep calling you back to the sea

they pity me for loving you so

at night I stretch my arms out to the sky

throwing magic stars into the night

that dance to ancient songs you can only hear with your heart

when you've been a long time away

I soar through the water tracing the paths of the mountains' shadows

and sing your name four times

and wait patiently for your light to illuminate my path

my heart beats loudly as I approach you

helping myself to one more look at your face

that day you sent me away

my salty tears rained over the side of the ferry

and the ocean reached up from the heart of the earth

to comfort and love me

I tried desperately to fight it

it was no one but you I wanted to love me

I struggled grasping and moaning for air and you

but the ocean won, captured me, possessed me

the seeds you sprinkled have sprouted forget-me-nots

all along the ocean bed where I lay dreaming of making love with you

I awaken crying

but who could notice down here

the ocean doesn't mean to be possessive that's just the way she is

and me I just keep swimming and swimming looking upward for you

I am of two hearts now

I have learned to like the salty water

the feel of seaweed as it tickles my belly

I have made friends with the starfish crab and sea urchins

the beauty here is mesmerizing

I am of two hearts now

I want to leave this place

scream at her, you don't own me anymore

touch the earth, gulp down mouthfull of air

drink in the power of your lips against mine

but I am afraid you would send me away again

if I found my way back

besides this vast ocean has given me many gifts

I have a bag full of medicine she gave me

that I throw into the sky or water or mix with sand

and send to the land people

and everytime I use this stardust there is twice as much in its place

everytime I give my medicine away

without asking for anything in return

it becomes stronger and makes sparkles in my eyes

and in their reflection is an image of you

playing guitar, touching my face, brushing my hair

an image of you

watching me sleep

watching me loving you watching me

I see you lean back and forth as you kayak across the channels

wondering if I what I said about sea spirits is true

selfishly fantasizing sometimes that you would tip over

and be reborn into my arms

knowing all the while I can only love you from an ocean away

and a Raven spirit still hovers around me singing your name

in a little girl's voice

that in the ocean sounds like a chorus of angels praying to be born

wanting so badly to live lifetimes over and over

so they can be nearer to the light

like me

when I see your spirit shining

rays piercing the water

that draws me nearer and nearer and nearer

 

Kareen Lewis

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BALLAD OF THE RED BIRD 
(SPIRIT OF LOVE )


She was the fairest maid 'round the Muskogee
The youngest daughter of the chief of the Creek
And she won the heart of a young Cherokee
The color in her eyes left Little Hawk weak

O'er ancient lands in council their nations met
But Little Hawk's heart knew only one desire
That night while others slept on the 'morrow's work
He composed his song of love around the fire
He composed his song of love around the fire

And the red bird spirit of love flew high
Round and round all the stars in the sky
Lined up wishes and dreams in bright sparking rows
All for Little Hawk and his Cherokee Rose
All for Little Hawk and his Cherokee Rose

They met in secret while the council convened
Gathered wild flowers, waded barefoot through the stream
Followed the call of the free bluejay in flight
Their feelings as clear as e'er dawn skies have been

Come that council's end they planned to run away
She'd wait at a bend of the Chatahoochee
But Creek warriors would never let her leave
When they found her before her young Cherokee

Little Hawk buried her where the earth was red
Left his dreams in the clay where his young love lay
Returned to his homeland in body alone
The light of his life was extinguished that day
The light of his life was extinguished that day

And the red bird spirit of love flew low
Weighed down by the grief felt from below
Shed tears of the kind ev'ry broken heart knows
All for Little Hawk and his Cherokee Rose
All for Little Hawk and his Cherokee Rose

Early in the Spring of the following year
When Little Hawk rode back to that sacred ground
He was met by a flower of a beauty rare
In sweet full bloom upon that burial mound

T'was a white petaled rose growing through the green
And he called it his rose of the Cherokee
He cut it to plant where t'would always be near
Brought it back with him 'cross the Chatahoochee

But Little Hawk's heart soon begged his eyes to fall
Once more on the flower cut from his life too soon
So he returned to where winter's end would show
Waited there in the snow for his rose to bloom....

And the red bird spirit of love saw this
On Little Hawk's cold face placed a kiss
Brought his soul somewhere only the red bird knows
Now Little Hawk sleeps with his Cherokee Rose
Now Little Hawk sleeps with his Cherokee Rose

She was the fairest maid 'round the Muskogee
And she won the heart of a young Cherokee.


C. Anthony Sullivan 2011




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