[The following poem was written to Blue Feather, a customer. We had shared
the fact that we both wrote poetry, he brought in a couple to share.]
Your poetry unlocks the mystery
Of what’s inside of you
The ‘who-dat’ boy and man
Revealed in worded clues. . .
Thankful. . . Romantic
A drive that leads to Bliss
Articulate in your sharing
Describing a ling’ring kiss
A Tribute to your people
Not standing in a crowd
Cocked and ever ready
With Heritage so proud
Blue Feather, keep on writing
As the Spirit thus reveals
The world inside of you
That to others seems concealed
Our words extrapolate our Spirit
And allows the world a peek
Creates a path for emulation
That others, too, might seek
Expression leads discover
As with each word is reached
Another takes its place
Socrates theory at his peak
2/22/14
[additional stanzas to follow, not sure if they were the beginning of
another poem. . . typing this 1/19/17]
A poem tells the world you’re hurting
Or near, at Heaven’s door
Speaks of a betrayal
Or, in anger says ‘WHAT FOR?!?!
Explores our mind in silence
Or, reaches into the world
Pulling out social attitudes
Political agendas then unfurl
The unconscious mind a treasure trove
Full of mystery and deceit
Until we get the closet clean
The patterns will repeat
[Note 3/23/21] He stopped coming in at some point. I think I made him
mad. I was telling him that my first husband was 1/2 indian as his mom was
full-blooded Osage. She was taken from the Reservation as a child and
adopted out. She was ashamed of being a Native American and never filled
out any of the census information. All of that according to my husband,
Kenneth. Where I made the mistake was to add that, if any of that could be
verified, my children are 1/4 indian and there might have been some social
benefits regarding college tuition or such.
Blue Feather went off on me, “That’s the problem with you white people
always looking to get something for nothing.” His words may have been a
little different than that, but you get the point. At any rate he took his
economic vote somewhere else.
