Art of Native American Life

Art of Native American Life

A Poem by Michael G. Smith
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Art as it relates.

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Art is tapestry

Blankets are sky

Overhead buffalo

Ghosts roaming high

 

Picturesque cotton tales

Red melts blood behind

Smoke pipes storyteller

Signals the mind

 

Above majestic feathers fly

Plume sienna headdress

Songs of freedom music

Horizons draw nigh

 

Mosaic river is mud

Pottery clay

Watercolors rainmade

Soon overrun

 

Painting prairies

Frozen in white

Silvers moons mirrors as ice

It’s the canvas of nights which unites

 

Here in the black

Beneath starry-eyed beads

Braves and colors blend together

Turquoise in Native American life

 

© 2013 Michael G. Smith


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Beautifully described. Well-penned again, Mike. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Michael G. Smith

11 Years Ago

One of those poems written because of too much time between writing.
Blending of earth, nature and art--a wonderfully penned tribute to Native American art.


Posted 11 Years Ago


Michael G. Smith

11 Years Ago

This one I forced out of myself so I'm not sure how much I like it.
This is beautiful, Mike - you have painted such vivid pictures with this piece.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Michael G. Smith

11 Years Ago

Thanks Rita.
You have made the Native American life vivid through this piece.
I can imagine how beautifully they live with their own cultural identity.
I am also amazed by the rhymes of your poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Michael G. Smith

11 Years Ago

This old thing, haha. I'm glad you like it.
zainul

11 Years Ago

I am very fond of old American cultures.
These enriched the modern civilization in many many w.. read more
I love the images your poem presented, nicely created. Great write :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Michael G. Smith

11 Years Ago

Thanks for boosting my poetic ego.
Nicely crafted poem Mike...and I like the adjectives you use to describe the headdress and the moon
and river...Rose

Posted 11 Years Ago


Michael G. Smith

11 Years Ago

Poetry is like weaving a basket. You have to get every weave right.
Beautiful imagry...my grandparents lived in New Mexico, and my mother knew a lot about the Indian life...

Posted 11 Years Ago


Michael G. Smith

11 Years Ago

I have many Chippewa relatives by marriage.

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