Dim ... (arbor day)
Dim set
Of morals
traded in for
High priced lights
Shadows
River shallows
Fluid flowing cries
Of ghosting children
Stolen from their
Mothers
Memorabilia
Battle momentos
What?!...you bastards
Thought this was new?!..
Cover your tracks
Smoothe any trace
Of skin..
Plant bones
Unrecognizable
At the bottom
Of a ravine
Planted acerage
Over the blood sluice
Of a massacre site
Yes!..this soil
Will grow anything!!..
Hyuck!..
(Wonder why..)
Steppe on skulls
Slip on teeth
Traces of Steele
Too much to
Plow under!...
Murder!..
Rage!!
Murderous thunder!!
Death and dying!..
Lightning!..reflections
Of greed!..
thi-ho^`-ba..
Hatred
Putrid remains
Ransacked villages
Cradle boards replete
With the deaths
Of those who needed
Refuge..
Is that?!..
Is that..brain matter
Dangling from the
Cradle toys?!...
Geeze!...
Soo many bones!..
bo^-hu
Wa-hi`
thi-ho^`-ba
gi`-ba-ko^!!..
O^....annihilation
the rage
Of lightning!!...
Tripe dark strata
The landfill(ed) in
With red earth
Remains
Odd angle
Prolific shapes
Ke`-da-xe
Bones..blood splatter
Everywhere
You peeled the
Moralistic skin
Off of yourselves!!..
Salvation in seeds!!..
Shade dark
Dances
Rattles shake!!..
The earthen steppes
Sho^`-ge_e-go^
tha-sho`-dse
We appear
W/a whiff
Of smoke
u-k'o^...
The ceremonies
Continue
Unending
Reach apex...
And begin again
Disaster aided
And abetted by
Forces you can not
Fathom
Salvation in seeds!!
Paltry acts of
Contrition
Self flagellation..
For the good of....
Who?!...
We did not ask this!...
From you?!!..
Borealis winter nights!!..
The air so bitter cold!...
Trees explode!!...
Ga-po`-ki
The dull boom/..
A ripple in the blood
Of us all..
Zhu`-dse_mo^-i^`-ka
RedEarth!!..
O^-gu`-o^-ga
It we!..who stand here
Before you!!...
The fires
That burn
Unattended
Can never be
Useful
The water surge
That smashes towns!..cities!..
And all life
In its way...
Like a hammer!!..
Is no blessing
It is the
Retribution!..
For every death
For every debt..
Especially the ones
You are least likely
To recognize as a debt
At all!!..
Have even one of you!!..
Ever!!..given thanks
to the earth
Of creation
For what you have..
Taken!/plundered!
Leaving slag
And poison
In place of the
Dreaming green?!!..
Never meant!..to be
Disturbed?!..
Blood
The rush/ whisper
Of skin stripped
From living bone/
The ignorant too eager
In too much haste
To wait
For death ?!..
The agony piercing
The already rent Skye
Death!!...
To the ties
that bind!..
Bones!..bones!..
Bones everywhere!!..
Too many
The memory
A raw arc
A torch too bright
To be
Consumed..
Energy
Enigmatic dreams
ho^`-bthe
Death
And redress
Agreements made under
Duress
Skin stretched taut
Tendons pop!..
Like...tree limbs
Dissenters
Defiance
a`-ki-the_tse
ga-cu-the
Defiance
Sk
Shook!/..
The rattle
I-hi-i-zhe
We have sewn
Ourselves
Back together
Knit the leads
Of being w/
Tendril shoots
Industrious shank leaves
Vines...shocks of
Fluid flowing plant
Silk
Sunshine
And the will
Of sunflowers
The thrumming strength
Of summer heat
Harbored held firm
W/in dragonfly
Wings..
Tse`-pi-tha_to^-ga
Drum fire consonants
Of live coals
pe`-dse_ci-tse
Windows reflect
The sun
The passing mune
The fading stars
Fragile yellowing
Ivory lights ...
Ready...to
Fall
Fields feral..raw
And so... unavailable
For the task
Of tilling
Soo many bones!../
The bewailment
Of those..soo civilized!!..
Dreams
Green
The screams still echoe
Battlefield torn w/
Cannon balls
Salvation in seeds!!
Wa-mo^-dse
Death to the free!!..
" I know!!..let's plant some
Trees!!"...
Ashe still smoking
On the barren hills..
O^..yea...trees..
That'll fix everything!!..
We are RedEarth
We are the GhostRoad borne
And we say..
you..lie!...
No^`-xe_u-zho^ge...u`-be-hni
~ SoldierBlue
Contact us at: whispernthunder1@gmail.comShadows of the Soul
Smokey shadows nudge the recesses of the mind,
Lingering visions of what might have been...
What talents lie dormant, yet unexplored,
In the corner of energy unexpended?
What horizons lie sleeping with no sun to rise?
Undeveloped shades, unable to grow to regrets
For lack of attention and substance,
Too immature to merit deep thought,
Yet harboring unlimited potential ignored.
Brushing introspection like a feather on a cheek.
Hovering in day dreams of deeds not done,
Of lives not lived, of songs not sung,
The cloudy mist is imperceptible, yet covers all,
Robbing the soul of the sigh of satisfaction
That is sought and never reached.
~ Carol Dixon
Forever Old, Forever Young
His eyes are pools of pain reflecting lifetimes,
Wells of wisdom grown
From the suffering gained of knowledge.
His soul is ancient, and laden
With the burdens of all beheld.
His heart is heavy with disappointment
That they fail to see the answers,
Lying in every corner
Of the minds they love to waste.
He weeps as he labors on,
Straightening his shoulders
To lean against each new wind.
Yet....
His eyes are twinkling jewels,
Radiating deep joy of life
Gained through understanding and love.
His soul is fresh and filled with hope,
Confident that life is his to guide.
His heart is light with compassion
That reaches out to all who seek it,
Floating quietly throughout their thoughts.
He laughs as he savors each step,
Deftly navigating the rocks,
Standing tall and filled with purpose
As he smiles at the wind in his face.
~Carol Dixon
Eulogy
Moonlight fades to morning
As splashes of orange and pink
Emerge, first shyly,
Then with bold streaks,
Painting crumpled clouds
Strewn haphazardly in the corner of the sky,
Hailing the arrival of light
With their colorful morning attire.
The stillness of the evening
Tucks itself into the horizon,
Making way for approaching dawn.
Merging with
The twinkle of the morning dew
And the wake-up chatter
Of feathered and furry creatures
Going about the business of life.
This night I have kept the vigil,
Remembering all he taught,
Mourning his loss, not just for myself,
But for all he influenced.
With the waking sun,
The pattern is seen.
Though he has moved on,
His spirit remains with us,
In each of us he touched,
To internalize his lessons,
Spreading them as he did to us.
In this way is life never-ending.
The sun is high and still I sit,
Waiting for the full circle of the day
To complete this chapter.
Burning rays are absorbed,
Storing themselves in the waiting Earth,
Internal blanket for the cool of the evening,
As the lessons learned are stored
For the coming night of our lives.
As the sun closes the door
And snuggles into its fiery bed,
The whispers of the evening breeze
Sigh a lullaby while I lay on the still warm ground
Watching the last of the amethyst brush strokes
Fade into the indigo of the night.
Peace settles into my soul.
~Carol Dixon