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Showing posts with label Original Tundra Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Original Tundra Poetry. Show all posts

Girl Of The Waters

The water was her resting place.
The boat her wooden bed.
The waves were her lullaby.
Dreams of salmon filled her head.

A gypsy of the seas.
A fisherman's wife and friend.
An ocean dweller ever more.
A mermaid to the end.

Midnight Speaks

Midnight speaks.
You know, the way blizzard winds whisper through a cabin wall.
And you really only listen, truly listen, while lieing in bed.
You're still enough to finally feel it, hear it, know what it's saying.
Midnight speaks.
In the way the stars change directions and slip behind the clouds.
The way the moon travels insignificantly across the sky.
The way every small glimmer seems oddly brighter than daylight itself.
Midnight speaks.
In a solumn, slow, quiet tone. A night owl tone. A nocturnal tone.
It speaks in secrets and stories and neverending sentences.
Midnight speaks.
To the silent souls who dare to stay in the darkness long enough to listen.

Yearning For Something Northern

I took my knit mittens and ever so slowly reached out
In one last haphazard attempt I tried to catch a snowflake
But it disappeared into a gust of the wind
And whisked through the willow branches with one subtle shake

I sighed a deep breath of chilled frosted air
And stepped onto the empty ice of the frozen Yukon water
My seal skin mukluks barely grip to the few texture ridges
Yet I feel connected to the ground like a mother to a daughter

Sometimes I wonder if my parka and mittens are where I belong
For a midwest girl, Eskimos seem so far from home
But somehow this tundra land speaks to my hopeless heart
And I know it's the one place in the world I want to roam

I feel the rythem of the salmon as the pass by every summer
I know the ways of the waterfowl every spring and every fall
In the winter, the cold warms me in a way not a quilt could
And I find evening contentment in the arctic wolf's call

So who's to say that a blond of blue eyes and city nature
does not belong in a world of snowflakes and freezing nights
I think that fate takes you where you need to go
And where I needed had northern lights