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Post by goldenmyst on Jul 6, 2021 21:04:34 GMT -6
Old Man of Walpi
Windblown sand smile Is a night-blooming cereus That gathers ancient ghosts In circle of slow fire melody Whose embers smoke heaven Like fine tobacco In his inner peace pipe That glows with the fire of dust Of ashen piles in the gold of love Whose gourd rattles With seeds to be planted In rows where the dark earth Gathers her skirts to dance
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Post by QueenFoxy on Jul 17, 2021 11:14:42 GMT -6
Cool write, John.
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Post by goldenmyst on Jul 17, 2021 12:49:09 GMT -6
Thank you so much, my friend. My inspiration was a man who presided over us tourists in a building in an ancient pueblo on the Hopi Reservation. He seemed to be in a world of his own like he was gazing inward instead of outward.
XoXoXo John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Jul 19, 2021 20:37:22 GMT -6
That sounds likely.
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Post by oldarmybear on Aug 12, 2021 13:21:13 GMT -6
enjoyed this descriptive penning
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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 13, 2021 14:02:06 GMT -6
Very glad you enjoyed my descriptions here Don. It was a memorable experience.
John
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