there he stood
with the medicine wheel
on a mountain overlooking
two intersecting rivers
of which he gathered
the stones with utmost labor.
it was like making of a pyramid.
it represented his space
for change and healing.
it was here that the spirit
of harmony and love
dispersed its energy
in the form of passion
as a lion stood to the south.
that power – that feel.
he felt rejuvenated
and looked out over the distant landscape.
there he saw a vision
that left him transformed
when he saw the writing
glisten in the sky.
Hi Don- your poetry is grand indeed-
But I don’t see any parrots 🙂
hi cynthia…glad that you liked this piece here. i keep trying to get better at it…:)as to the parrot, there is always facebook. it’s an idea….:)
Deal- I look forward to seeing those on facebook.
Your poetry is quite good…so please keep writing and posting so I can read all the wonderful creative things you write.
This is quite majestic. I love how vividly you paint this scene with words.