"Owl dance"

Week-ends spent watching Native American traditional dance competitions. From Friday evening to Sunday afternoon, camping out with family and friends at outdoor Pow Wow arena's.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Luminous stars glitter

 

vast heavenly bodies blink

 

prairie breeze currents 

 

scented with juniper. 

 

Young singers

 

sway to the beat

 

hand drums vibrate

 

to lyrics vocalized.

 

tender, passionate yearning

 

of newfound love

 

luner eclipse 

 

as children slumber

 

nestled in blankets.

 

 

Love songs composed

 

inspired by glances

 

musicians made

 

victorious

 

excitement fills the air

 

as elders

 

keep watch

 

eagle plumes bob

 

courtship displayed

 

keeping rhythm

 

as dancers move nimbly

 

savoring.....

 

each tender moment

 

of sweet touch

 

I watch you approach

 

with a nod of your head

 

you flash that smile... 

 

pulling me out

 

over protests.

 

teasing me

 

with your gaze and confidence

 

round the arbor

 

you guide me

 

the wall of resistance

 

melting slowly

 

enamoured by your

 

charm...

 

I want to owl dance

 

with you all night long

feel your strong arm

 

around my shoulder

 

as you whisper

 

forty nine songs in my ear

 

sending tingles

 

as you lean in...

 

Sure of yourself

 

solid in your steps

 

you mesmerize-

 

and intrigue me 

 

with your pursuit!

Author's Note

limited pictures of Pow Wows so I picked one taken during the day.

Reviews

[Allen Smuckler]

It is you...that mesmerized, Jaweena
The color of your imagery is only exceeded by the beautiful photo you included..
I discovered what it must feel like to be a part of a pow wow and be assimilated into the Native American culture.. I thank you for that.
A wonderfully crafted write, Jaweena
allen

[Coyote Poetry]

I went to a Pow wow here in Michigan last week. Few native American came. There was no celebration of the great Native Americans of the Michigan tribes. It made me sad. I wanted to see like in your photo. A great people dancing and celebrating life. Remembering the Elders and the life of brave and strong people. One day I will travel and be energized by a great Pow wow to give me hope and strength. Thank you for the photo and strong words. We must hold tight to our belief and never forget our elders. Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Jaweena...Eileen Quinta..]

Planning a Pow Wow this spring in the mountains of Utah. I want to hear the old songs echo off the walls of Hobble Creek Canyon!! WE ARE STILL ALIVE!!! THRIVING!!

[Desert Dreamer]

Thank you for bringing me with you...the scents, sounds, emotions...so powerful and magical.

[Don Shaw]

I love Pow Wows

[Jaweena...Eileen Quinta..]

Emma-come and visit me and I will take you on the pow wow trail!!
It would have to be during summer...

[emmajoy]

' I want to owl dance ~ with you all night long ~ feel your strong arm ~ around my shoulder ~ as you whisper ~ forty nine songs in my ear ' .. .. those words have to be the most passionate words I've read for ..

Your entire poem flies me to a place I'll sadly never know, and yet, somehow, you've carried me there, made it come alive because of your sincerity, and your obvious wonderment in The Moment.

This is magic of a different kind .. how I'd love to feel it.

[Ruth]

Oh wow! This is stunning! A wonderful poem...enchanting and refreshing! xx

[An owl on the moon]

A simply wondrous rhythm, journeying over the seasons, time before moving into time now. This just lifts the spirit with the joy of the dance, on and on...

[Jaweena...Eileen Quinta..]

thank you gentlemen! What a blessed woman I am to have such good friends to read my thoughts and stories.
Ahehee.....Have a fabulous day, enjoy this gorgeous sun-drenched day, LOVE IT!!!