Birthed upon the Wind – Ode to the Prairie Born
This is my ode to my wind-born roots. I am a born and bred prairie girl, and wind has always been my element; my lover; my soul, so this poem is born of myself, and all that blows through me. it is a poem of a love of Freedom and open spaces.
Birthed upon the Wind – Ode to the Prairie Born belongs to the following groups:
! Creative Writing & Poetry !, "Poetry and Beautiful Women" , All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Everyday Life, Insomniacs and Other Night Crawlers, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, The beauty of poetry, Up & Coming Writers and WMG“Above all else, one must respect the prairie’s need
for more.” K.R
The prairie’s child is born with veins,
of hollow grass,
and whispering bones, to carry sky and endless wind
within each heart…
Their hearty limbs reach out, and long,
along the lines of earth
and stars; their core is space of solid must,
engulfing open,
and long eclipsing endless hush;
and calling
from the wheat, to ears,
remembering the way of years, to vast –
the more of prairie grass,
and breathing (ancient verb for land)
the hands of space;
space and through the hunter’s field
awash with moon –
its yellow tip the crown of earth;
horizon’s linear rebirth – its fringe alive
where ancient’s wave
from totality.
Closed eyes are for the peaks,
whose view’s obscured
by pompous height; the humble fall to prairie’s feet,
to kiss their whispers heard.
The outskirts of the hilled expanse
of land,
entombs the closed, as trees –
no borders shall stop wind in blood
from finding routes to part
her wheat.
Her path begins where playground ends,
into the grass that knows no bounds –
ages whispering the years;
of ancestors who’ve walked
this land before –
their breath within each blade;
of grass –
caressing blue on green –
while sharing secret truths their hearts have seen;
foxtails
wistful in their dips, remembering
the touch of skin, when held and kissed
by lips…
The wind picks up.
The sky looks on – (she knows my moves, before I do)
this land has birthed perspective core
and wrapped my heart
in surging –
a child, all grit and bursting out.
To know these fields and hear them speak
beneath the sun’s cathedral,
is counting footsteps through the wheat
of those who’ve gone before.
© Kristin Reynolds 2009
Philosophy Lee
Gosh this is good Kristin…
You amaze me.
(I generally don’t read anything over 200 words,
but from your opening quote, I was ‘lassoed in’...)
:)
Kristin Reynolds replied
Aww, thank you Lee. :) I’m so happy I lasooed you into my long long poem. :) you are too kind. love your comments, Kristin X
JenniferB
An epic of a poem! Fantastic writing! :-)
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thanks, Jennifer! man, i love your avatar. hot! lol love, K
Alain Safa
its yellow tip the crown of earth;
horizon’s linear rebirth – its fringe alive
where ancient’s wave ” wow thats a beautiful illustration by beautiful mind.
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thank you so much, Alain, you are a sweetheart. :) love, Kristin
LamondofCowal
It is amazing how the “land” shapes us. I am an ocean boy and being a pisces could never leave it. I can however, understand how the prairies could cloak your soul with its unending sky and ever shifting seas of fertility. I loved the “veins of hollow grass”. Nicely done.
Kristin Reynolds replied
Well, nice to meet you, and thank you so very much. :) yes, I can see how the ocean could make a man fall in love with her, and never dream of leaving…:) love, Kristin
Cassidy JK (Ra...
I really like this and the comparisons to nature. It’s lovely.
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thanks, C. :)
autumnwind
Child of the Prairies, your love and respect is carried in the wind as I envision the golden wheat swaying its secrets, in whispers only few are lucky to hear. You make me want to be there, and just listen. Such beauty. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thank you, yet again, sweetheart!!! nothing better than listening to that wheat and wind make sweet, sweet love…:)
JRGarland
Such beauty and gracefulness in your words as you describe your heart in the prairies. I pray that I can listen well enough to know it secrets. Well done.
linaji
your expression is magic K.. just magik.. I can feel your essence..
_ The wind picks up.
The sky looks on – (she knows my moves, before I do)
this land has birthed perspective core
and wrapped my heart
in surging –
a child, all grit and bursting out._
I would say to you .. I would post each and everyone of your pieces they are so brill and eloquent of your fine voice.. xxxO
Kristin Reynolds replied
You are so kind, thank you so much. :) you rock the universe, L :)