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

[Kelly Scheppers]

My grandmother had a garden that wrapped around the front porch. She took vigilant care of the azaleas, roses, and crocuses, just as much as she did me. I love how you implanted the voice of your grandmother coming back to you - as a grandmother's voice has a habit of doing from time to time, no matter the years. It gave such a palpable touch to this extraordinary piece.

I am thrilled you are back, and hope you are able to stay!

[redzone]

good to be back Kelly... I always love when you visit and especially when you leave these nice comments.... and yes, grandmothers are good like that with both taking care of us as well as the world around them... this particular Grandmother lived a very long time ago....

[Onlyme]

Wow, Would love to have met your Grandmother, she is wise and speaks the truth! Wonderful poem. Full of wisdom.

[redzone]

hi Dee, this Grandmother lived in the area now known as Manhattan several hundred years ago, but she does speak to me from time to time, helps keep me human...

[Crowley]

Yeah...she was right, aren't they always. Sage advice presented in cosmic foil. what a great pace and tone. I loved this piece, great job.!!

[redzone]

thanks Crowley, appreciate the visit and the kind words you have left...

[Papaya]

I really like the shared wisdom of our elders and you have really imparted this so beautifully.
:)

[redzone]

WOW it's Ana, visiting and commenting on this poem... thank you and glad you liked....

[Papaya]

You are welcome. :)
I know... I haven't been around much lately. :)

[redzone]

ne worries, me neither... always nice to see you here... so here is a big wave from me to you....

[Lyn Anderson]

Nice conversational tone. It has an ease about it that some of your work does not, as if there's a settling in, a realization ...
One minor suggestion - your only dip into the past tense is the "stepped" which could be easily switched to "step" to match the rest of the piece

[redzone]

I missed that "stepped" and I actually tried to have the tenses match... so thanks Lyn for pointing this out... I am off to edit....

[Lyn Anderson]

Aww you're welcome

[Lydia Shutter]

There are two sides to every situation in life. The rain that makes me ache helps the grass and flowers. Your poetry with a Native American flair is always filled with wise life advice. This one even has a romantic flair. To think an entire life is led simply to find that special "you"....ah, yes, this is romance. So much more than "nice" words here. Lydi**

[redzone]

thanks Lydi.. I think I am finally realizing that I di have a bit of the romantic in me... unfortunately, my romantic side still goes unanswered... but your "nice" words help to overcome this deficiency..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the nastiest weather can help things grow, just as the most painful and horrific storms in our lives can teach us and make us grow stronger.

j.

[MsJewel]

Absolutely lovely in every way. I love the last verse. Beautiful work my friend. :) Julie

[redzone]

Hi Julie.... thanks so much for your comment and your visit...