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Spiritpaws
11-16-2005, 04:57 PM
At dawn the dogs stir,
thump their tails, wait for me

to kick free of dreams and
ancestors,

open the door to porch darkness
and pre-winter frost;

I do not turn on the light,

in blindness I hear
the voice of a beaver-fat trapper,
bent close to the woman in elk;

her hair is my hair,
his name is my name,

and all I can do
when she reaches for my thoughts


is fold myself into feathers

that fall without effort
from the sky.


----spiritpaws

Bard
11-16-2005, 05:08 PM
Spiritpaws

Laced in lovely piece..

I am looking forward to seeing more work.

This is good writing.

Welcome...


Rod

Bard
11-16-2005, 05:12 PM
to kick free of dreams and
ancestors,

Oh yes, I mean't to say, I adored this line.

Spiritpaws
11-17-2005, 04:39 AM
thank you.

There are some good poets on this board and it's great to read their words.




spirit

genuinebandit
11-20-2005, 10:35 AM
Interesting.
Yet, too loose.
Good luck in your development as a writer.

C A