Indian Summer
Indigenous Shadows: A sonnet of remembrance.
whispering spirits dwell within the solemn winds of mercy,
crossing vast prairies and deep canyons, returning to a source.
the shaman sleeps with eyes open, calm, yet unearthly.
dreaming of mute tales of a red man and his horse.
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warm, October rays sent late harvest to those who wait.
worn paths tread by moccasins tells stories... many lost.
lazy rivers washed away tears, fathom forever lies in state.
and one can only wonder; the sacrifice and at what cost.
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peace turned to maddening chaos in an abrupt slight of fate.
gunpowder and arrows traced frontiers, angered with fresh red.
Chief Tala chants a warning, Tee Pees burned, cultures displaced.
leaving a Trail of Tears upon ash amongst lives that were shed
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men shared this land of symbolism with mighty buffalo and the hawk.
all that remains... is a mirage of faded dreams and silent talk.
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Lamar Wiggins
Creative writer in the Northeast US who loves the paranormal, mystery, true crime, horror, humor, fantasy and poetry.
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Comments (13)
Lamar, you never cease to amaze me; this is beautiful poetry while depicting such horrific tragedy. Best of luck to you in this challenge. I hope to see your name among the winners!👏👏👏
Beautiful, tragic reminder of the true spirits of this land! Great work , Lamar! Good luck on the challenge!
You ginger-snapped on this one Lamar in a good way! WOW! 😱Poignant, powerful & beautifully-written! Go Mar! 💪🏾🎉
Beautiful and sad sonnet, Lamar. It is an excellent tribute to the mistreated natives of North America. I also like the twist on the term “Indian Summer” for the title. Very clever.
I love how you honour the people whose history your speak of with powerful words and brilliant imagery.
This was so sad yet so beautiful. Loved your poem!
Poignant sonnet… so tragic. Vividly portrayed: “ warm, October rays sent late harvest to those who wait. worn paths tread by moccasins tells stories... many lost.”
👍“Silent talk” terrific line and meaning, Lamar. Wonderfully orchestrated to capture the feel of the time and its atrocities.
you captured another time- the rhythm changed the breath and a spirit emerged. powerful.
Beautiful Lamar I worked and learned on an indigenous reservation in Saskatchewan for a month in my last year of high school They opened my eyes and my heart One of favourite memories of life
Wow. This is breathtaking. Nicely done
Wow. Incredibly beautiful
What a pivotal sonnet, Lamar. It speaks volumes.