"bisons" poems
Women bent over in a circle
A quilt is being born
Created with precision
of structure, harmony
Geometrically perfect
wedding band,log cabin.
The men are far away
fishing, hunting bisons
A dying fire, logs glowing
Icy winds wisttle under the door
back out through the chimney flue
Strong women, used to dangers
hunger, incertitude
marauding Indians
hidding out in the woods
Tighten up your circle
warm up your fingers
the quilt must be ready
For the new bride of spring
Colette Anne Naegle
copyrights 2009
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 2:36 AM UTC
Feel the calm before the storm,
Starting fresh, but cool and deep,
It bathes the soul and all its forms
In soothing winds no one can keep.
Close your eyes and feel the waves
They take you back, you feel no pain
Your soul for now it's all you save,
You'll feel the rest when it starts to rain.
I sail deep within the clouds,
Don't brace yourself, just ride it out
As if you're overwhelmed by crowds
Of people you know none about.
The flashes pierce the dark horizon,
Wind is filled with salty drops,
The waves appear as mighty bisons,
My fear is courage, I hope it lasts.
Promised you I will be there,
Closest friends in good and sorrow,
The times of anger and despair
Are all this storm will ever swallow.
I'll ride this storm and walk with you
This path of life and what might bring,
Strength and love have just outgrew
This mighty storm and everything.
Gastly winds and fierce waves
Lift the sea way up above,
As a wall it now behaves
I am filling up with love.
And as I stare into the sea
I see myself alone and cold,
Warm within I have to be
To feel my love and to be bold.
Touched the wave as I rode higher
And felt the rain shaping my body,
I can feel the warmth and fire,
The beating hearts of everybody.
Will and love within my soul
Lit the shades and calmed the sea,
As the boat began to roll
I have seen what I can be.
For somethings I've never had
I'll do the things I never did,
Love will save me from the bad,
The heart will search for what is hid.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 5:58 AM UTC
Eschewing that second thought,
let me tell you what I truly sought
come, lock me up in your heart
you, I've no doubt is a true despot
I don't hold back, life is way too short
can't heckle and haggle like an idiot
on the planes, see profligacy of robust water
hills are in the reign of wild sun and winds
Here ends the vast fields of ripened rice,
where prowl crooked foxes eyeing hens,
on the foot hills furious bisons flare nostrils,
as you climb,eager leopard smells blood.
Love is the fragrance that outlives the flower,
my trek to the mystic mountain continues where
**** and shroom grow tangled everywhere
the trek to the love hill, to strike gold,is in progress,
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
The brownish Yukon April first
passing bisons and buffalos herd
slowing down to quench their thirst
and moving on on April third .
walking clouds are mountain sheep
the sheep are fluffy as clouds of June
you see the mountain stabbing so deep
the sky and sheep crowding the moon
The moon of Alaska is the biggest moon
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 7:09 AM UTC