Pete's Poetry

Ballad of the Winds of Silence

Posted by Peter Liptak in America

A voice rose to greet me in the forest
as if it came from nowhere
It seemed to surround me
pervading everything
It echoed
in the crackling twigs of my footfalls
the rustling in the sunlit leaves above
and the rumbling brook by my side
It came from the meadows
the animals
the sky
and the Earth
It swept over soul
like a mist rolling through the trees
and softly spoke
It wasn't a voice
in tone or sound
but it bade me rest
for the tree
and the brook
the wind
and the rain
and the earth
stood and embraced me
with the warmth of a mother's love

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bring me
strength
of talons and flight

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Native Earth

Posted by Peter Liptak in Poems, America

Earth Spirit

nakai
i float
on your flute

you, Shaman, call
the canyon mouth
opens
to breathe
to sing

fly
ancient arms
open
wind high
canyon breath
star chant

nakai
i float
on your flute
high

Eagles Feather

you sing
in air
and float
in notes
to dance on hearts

you dress
my head
to bring me
strength
of talons and flight

Earth Mother

eagles call
"mother"
echoes
on the plateau

coyote whistle
strains
across the canyon
tan

ancient chant
long
across the night
in starlight

eagles call
"mother"
reaches
from earth to sky