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

[Thomas W Case]

Beautiful work and memory. Excellent.

[Kady R.]

Hiii Redzone!!

Grandmothers are precious!! You're grandmother spoke so beautifully. I'm very grateful to have read about her and how her words kept close to heart and now to poem. Wonderfully written.

Kady

[Chris Shaw]

As a grandmother I found this beautiful poem both poignant and meaningful. I love that your grandmother speaks to you through nature. The imagery in your lines is vivid and crisp. She keeps you grounded, brings balance. So much wisdom in your words Curt.

Chris

[redzone]

Chris, thank you for your words and visit. Hard to believe this poem was written 7 years ago. This Grandmother, alive in the 1700's still speaks to me of balance and how everything is connected. And how as conscious beings, have a responsibility to make the world we live in better and left for future generations. We are just one part of all life that lives on this world. Ironic, since her and her people were wiped out by the white settles from Europe. I guess beads and extinction was the price for stolen land and culture. None-the-less, My hope in writing this poem was to bring alive this culture and way of thinking about the world around us.

Thanks again, Chris. I'm glad you enjoyed thepoem.

[RomaJ]

This poem is a beautiful, personal reflection on finding strength and balance in nature. Your grandmother's words carry with wisdom - to embrace our connection to nature, stay true to ourselves and find beauty in the world around us. just like the flowers, we can thrive even when surrounded by hardship. It’s a very meaningful piece, that is both grounded and hopeful.

[redzone]

Thank you RomaJ, I appreciate your visit and your comment. "Grounded and hopeful", there is far too little of this in today's world. I am glad you saw this. Thank you again!!

[Betty Hermelee]

The words of your grandmother are worth keeping as she is wise...respect your elders, as they know..
I think she inspires you from above and below...now you are on a new path to greet her wherever....
Very nicely written and shows much hope...
Warmly, B

[redzone]

I appreciate the words you left Betty. Thank you.
-Curt

[Betty Hermelee]

Most welcome!
Warmly, B

[Ms claws]

Aztec, oh, yes, I like that. It's just beautiful how you wrap the reader in all these brilliant details.

Plus, the words of your grandmother. She was proud but humbly grateful for the bounty Nature gives.

When that gratefulness stops, it becomes clear fast that we won't continue forever on Earth. Earth is the victim. Thanks for this reminder, Aztec.

[Robert Trakofler]

when my grandparents speak to me they are always poking me to see things LOL I have always needed a slap over the head to remind myself what I'm supposed to be doing:/ my name should have been "wanders a lot" I sure did like the sentiment in this poem

[Lisasview]

Interesting April poem and I did so enjoy it... Advice is always good if we listen carefully and the advice is coming from someone that knows!
Really enjoyed the read...
Lisasview, still in Spain

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

wonderful! i love the blend of nostalgia and wisdom. and i always found metaphors using nature to be so profound. we are all from the earth and we all return to the dirt, after all.