Poem #1 - Poetry Month

… April Poetry

POEM #1- Poetry Month

 

 

As I step off the back porch,

into the freshly fallen snow,

I look in all four directions

seeking balance in a new day.

 

As I walk through the snow,

Grandmother speaks to me:

     “Aztec, see how the snow

     covers and quenches the Crocuses thirst;

     how their purple or yellow petals

     reach for the sun’s warmth.

     Even as the whiteness

     and cold surrounds them,

     they survive and grow strong.

     You, like them,

     are the creatures of Nature.

     Never forget who you are,

     or where you are going.

     My grandson, be alive in the beauty

     above and below.

 

As I think on these words,

I smile

and renew my life’s journey

that will lead me to you.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.1.18

Author's Note

thanks for reading...
this was the first of the April poems written for Poetry Month...

Reviews

[CLR9]

Very neat! I feel a lot of history and emotions in this poem. Great work!

[Patricia Wedel]

Curt... I walk in my Mothers and Grandmothers footsteps.
Their Spirit lives in me.... planting the grapes for Jam.
Picking Apples for pies... adding rhubarb with lots of sugar.
Snapping green beans and shelling peas..cracking nuts for cookies...
baking bread risen with Yeast... churning butter... rocking babies.
Life is worth the making and taking with warmth and caring. dearly, Pat

[Pryde Foltz]

One wonders sometimes if those guiding words come from those who have lived before. So many cultures worship ancestors. Gets one thinking. This was fantastic:)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

It is the lament of all peoples that have known the boot of suppression and conquest and the hope of grandmothers everywhere. Remember where you came from and who you are. This is a mixed bag, you know? Philosophically, it is those who remember that cause the most trouble for those that are in power (or would assume the mantel.) That aside, ignoring form, it is an interesting piece and message. Thank you for sharing redzone. Good luck in the contest! :)

[Miss Sharon]

(As I think on these words, I smile and renew my life’s journey that will lead me to you.) A beautiful closure to a wonderful write! Much enjoyed. ~Sharon

[kentuck14]

Red,
Grandmother was a wise woman. A truly heartfelt poem. Thanks.

Tom

[barleygirl]

This is one of your best . . . seems more personal, as if you're telling of a precious true snippet from your youth. May we all have a grandparent's wisdom such as this (love your grandma quote). I find that being outdoors, feeling the lessons of the ancients all around me, even tho I didn't know my grandparents, it's as if the whole wilderness wants to grandmother me! That's what your poem brings to mind (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lily Finch]

So deep & meaningful 😍
Enjoyed !!!

[Relic]

We can gain wisdom and guidance from our elders not just for now, but for years to come. Suddenly, their words will pop into our head. Perhaps they're talking to us and reminding us.

Nicely said poem, redzone.

[Island Hippy]

Aloha Redzone, this is lovely. The ever present connectivity of our ancestors keeps us strong and grounded, they remind us of our responsibility to the natural world. Words to fill us again and again. I love this type of aina and ohana poetry, beautiful!