Contact us at: whispernthunder1@gmail.comName that Wind
Name that wind
the one that sharply
creases crosses the plaines
at right angles
the contours
of your back
ga-dsi^`
call it gently
lest it crush you
bones and blood
with its first pass
a caress
not many recover from
ta-dse`
we`-ga-zhi^`
name the wind
that sings its stanzas
of dust
and gathered sorrows
somewhere between
sonnets and death songs
name the wind
that rises to
greet you
every stark
bone-fed day
with an elemental
ululationas the sun rises...
above its planetary fold
the hills of red earth
smoothed clean
with blood-rust
o ^..ta-dse`
name the wind
crawling
upon your skin
cold...
withering as the tongue
that speaks a language
only remembered...
by the earth/
mo^-i^`-ka
i-na...
blood tears
savage
the waters of
once clear
running
rivers..veins
of womb..of life
mni wiconi!
o^
name the wind/
as you sleep
zho^
name the wind/
that comes for you...
while you dream
name the wind
that grieves you
for a generational bleeding
as your bile builds
and your stomach weeps
your spirit lying still...
bereft of flesh
ta`-ko
ta-dse`...
o^_po-e`
yea a sacred flame fueled...
wind...
name that!/
wind...
the one that/
flays you
heart from mind..
left for death
like...one of us...
to found by
the high waters
o^
the tinajas
pools of laughter
energetic sorrow
someone has already begun
to dig
your grave
carving
a headstone
one word...
at a time...
the page unfinished
the life as yet...
not reached its...
final strand...
ghost' gather close
as warm
as yesterday's fire..
the wither...of a
remembered summer..
o^....biu`-ce
seven rounds
of the river
so it is said...
death spreads its
ashen presence
o^...yes
name the wind
that seeks you
out..
ageless/olde
driving as a river current
as a streambed
of ice and stone
in the winter
ba`-the
who holds your hand?
who whispers soothing words
in the deep
of the night?...
ho^_no^-be`
name the wind
so eager
to make your dust
part of
surface earth?....
savour the still distance
in the
groaning/growing
light...
da`-ko^
purify yourself
with a ceremonial
heat...
da`-ci-hi
ta-dse_da`-cu-da
name the wind
ceaselessly stirring
upon the
burnt and barren
grounds...
sacred smokes
ceaselessly
touch the cheek
of father skye
embers become ashes
kept by mother earth
clay and blood
mo^-i^`-ka
wa-bi^`
sho^`-sho^-e
o^....without ceasing...
mi`-i tho^-be
ts'a_zhi..
there is time enough
for the sunrise
that dies not
blessed are those
who sleep
without conscience
blessed are those
who think not/
to look too deeply
in the mirror...
who can somehow disconnect
from the pain
of humanity
blessed are those
who believe themselves
patriots...and somehow the
unmitigated righteous...
en vez de
instead of...
the ignorant
and unwashed...
their reasoning/rationale
beyond reproach...and "simple"
understanding...
name the wind
shredding the pantlegs
of your
thrice brushed...
silke suits
name the wind...
braiding/reconstructing
your school ties
into a/
hangman's noose!/
do`-dse_u-thi^-ge
or perhaps a garrotte...
o^...yea
name that/wind
the one whispering hoarse/
and sharp
of the
blaque stains
you have used
to replace
who you used to be
maybe you need ceremony
to find the lost shards
of your spirit
that you thought
no one noticed...
times have changed
the cures remain
the same...
and we are close by
just one breath
from being the ancestors...
who left us
their compass of dreaming
we are the GhostRoad borne
and we..
are always
walking our way home...
no^`-xe_u-zho^-ge
u`-be-hni...
sho^...it is done
~ SoldierBlue
COLOR ME INSANE
HE CRAWLED
UP THE STONE WALL
ON HIS HANDS
AND HIS KNEES
HUNTING, SEARCHING
FOR HIS
RETRIBUTION
HIS FLOWER
RATS AND SNAKES
THEY BIT
HIS HANDS AND FEET
WRAPPED THEMSELVES
AROUND
HIS ARMS
AND LEGS
SEARCHED
FOR HIS THROAT
A WINDSTORM
CAME UP
IT BLEW
SAND AND DUST
INTO
HIS EYES
AND EARS
HE COULDN’T SEE
HE COULDN’T FEEL
OR TOUCH
HIS HANDS
WERE COLD
AND HIS FEET
BURNED
WATER FELL
FROM SOMEWHERE
A CHILD
RAN
THROUGH WATER
A FLOWER
WILTED
AND DIED
A CURSE
REFUSED
TO LAUNCH
FROM
THE LIPS
OF
A POOR FARMER
THE SUN
WOULD
NOT RISE
THE WATER
WOULD
NOT BOIL
~ R. P. Leith