spirit shadows summoned on healing winds of war

I 

dreamt a lucid dream,

  in false awakening's pauses

   on bequest of fallen legend's reversions

 envisioned the giant sleeping,

  waking in a  past essence's realm

     ghostly wisps  of smoky legacy's divide 

dreaming of poetic season's unfurling

    ascending in the dust of ancient believers

ancestor's come to pass in a parallel dimension

    humble chanting of a risen sun and destiny's moons

lighting a vibration that echoes through the ages

    bolting in the broiling blood of remembrances

dancing amidst golden ponds misted infusions

   sweat pooling in the name of earthly god's power

      praying for every mother's son safe return 

battle cries of dark ravens and sweetly cooing doves

worshiping under a sky's clearly lit night

   shimmer of threads clear as the bell tolls

       woven throughout history's plight

        igniting a fire in the belly of preservation

if you listen intently, you can still hear the murmurs

    hushed in the reverence of untold warriors

soaring on eagle's wings of intended flight

   stories passed down through generation's plight

     the vines suffered in blighted strangulation

      roots untouched by every man's dedication,

    spirit shadows summoned healing on winds of war

Author's Note

Reviews

[Cory Barrett]

war.

so many people die, and we ask our selves for what. and we complain on there behalf, and we know that there lives were given so that we might complain. It's not right... there is no right. Only what we have have, and what we are willing to give for what others can have.

[Frieda P]

You're right, it's complicated Cory. Thanks so much for your thoughts.

[Einstein Noodle]

i sure miss you Frieda! really do ... your poem has given me the waking dream ... dramatically in tune with the music you chose .. respect ..warriors ... chant and dance ... all our ancestors living ghosts surround us .. thanks for the experience ..wish you were around tho!
E.

[redzone]

a paraphrase of something Chief Joseph said: "Here, I fight no more".. these words uttered in defeat because of the suffering of his people... and yet he was never defeated in battle, as a warrior, as a human being... Frieda, I think your poem captures this spirit, not of defeat, but of the undefeatable human spirit and our desire for a world where it is proudly said, "Here I fight no more".

Frieda I am so so sorry for being late in reading this poem and commenting as you are gone now, but like this poem, your spirit is undefeatable and your pen shouts loudly for the future of human beings.
It has brought tears to my eyes.

your's always... redzone

[Bright Ocean Star]

Frieda,
This one haunts me. So many truths are woven intricately amidst your beautifully timed words. You paired this poem with a native american rhythm/spirit chant that reminisces of past wars/past times.....amazing. Just earned another favorite. Thank you.

[NoelHC]

As a father of a soldier, this reverberates within for me. It is moving to see the tribute these young men pay to their predecessors. I felt that in this poem.

[Woody]

I knew you could speak in tongues. Brilliant Frieda!

"bolting in the broiling blood of remembrances
dancing amidst golden ponds misted infusions"

you're scary.

[AprilRN1210]

What a spiritual journey through the earth's prayers during such suffering in the name of worldly wars that serve evil's intent... I love the addition of this healing song... adds such a dimension to the piece... powerfully moving... as only you do.. I love this side of you..

[Patrick]

this is brilliant beyond belief!! wow wow wow

[Frieda P]

You've humbled me beyond words Patrick, this was a departure from my usual, so wasn't too sure about it, thanks so much.

[MomzillaNC]

A recondite and urbane look at an abstruse topic. :D

A very complex use of language and terminology here on a topic that ever convicts the human race.

[Frieda P]

Muchly appreciated Momzilla, aside from the fact that I've dreamt of Native Americans since I was a kid, I have no clue where this came from, the muse must have been chanting in her sleep or I was Pocahontas in a past life. :)

[MomzillaNC]

Well, the muse must've been speaking from the pages of your Thesaurus! :D I love to see people use ALL of the language, to stretch beyond the colloquial receptiveness of trite expression.

[Frieda P]

Most would call that 'flowery'...jazz'd you appreciate my native scribbles. :)

[Lauriegirl]

You write with such heart and conviction. This one is breathtaking. Very good

[Lauriegirl]

You write with such heart and conviction. This one is breathtaking. Very good

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Laurie, you humble me.