EDITOR’S CHOICE AWARD: bringing our favorite previously-published poems back to the front page.
Submitted by Ronald E. Shields
A black bear rears up,
ponders the long ripple in the grass beyond,
the space of its wake in the grass behind.
A cold hard lamp comes on over the prairie.
Its echo shines through a window miles away.
The Lakota woman hands me a book
our fingers touch,
the footsteps of a thousand generations
pass beneath our feet.
Photo credit: Late Afternoon Prairie – Carlynne Hershberger
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Thank you for publishing my poem! I have been in a writing wasteland lately – so it’s heartening to see this post.
~Ron
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You’ll come out of it soon, just hang in there. We’re proud to have published your work–to be sure, our team and readers have all thoroughly enjoyed it. Best of luck, Ron!
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I really like this–the ripples and rippling of time.
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Awesome write
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Beautiful write-up.How it brings out the emotion with few words.
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What a beautiful piece! And intriguing. I love big stories in small spaces!
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This poems takes me to the ancient times…I can recall the ancient sounds in my heart. Amazing
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A profound sense of connection and continuity. Quite moving. Nicely done.
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