Noahvose: Nea'ese

Noahvose

Noahvose
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Wisconsin, USA
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February 21
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History Teacher
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A Great Plains guy living in the Great Northwoods and feeling Claustrophobic.-- Masters in Anthropology (I thought we could use some Indians digging up white people).-- I have an amazing wife and two beautiful boys.-- I teach high school history and at an Alternative School for at-risk youth.-- ...and I have a serious Jelly Belly problem

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APRIL 6, 2009 4:34PM

On the Road, Going Home

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Lame Deer
 

Maheo

I come to you a humble man.

Surely, you see me struggling,

Tossed about in this love...

Confused.

Maheo

I come to you a fool

With questions you've already answered:

How will I find love

While I live my life in yesterday?

How will I hear her whispers

Over my loud and constant doubts?

And how will I hold her close

With both arms full of fear?

 

Grandfather

On this road

I do not travel lightly.

A pack rat of misfortune,

I've stuffed each bag full

Of pain

Of insecurities

Of layers

That once protected against the cold,

But now just leave me withered.

And these shackles that I rail against

Were forged by me, alone.

Each link given a name.

Every one an excuse:

Divorce...

Neglect...

Injustice...

Destiny...

Betrayal...

 

Grandfather

These are my thoughts.

No! these are your words,

Whistling through this cracked window

On a hot spring day outside Lame Deer.

Ahead, I see the storm coming,

Powerful and frightening.

But there's no going around it,

And home is waiting on the other side.

So...

One by one I strip the layers

To feel her skin on mine.

One by one I trade these fears

For a pocket full of faith.

And with this key I've always carried

I leave my bonds behind,

And place the key around her neck.

It belonged there all the time.

Nea'ese...Thank you

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I did finally make it home...thanks babe.
Beautiful. There are so many lines in this that I love but these reflect the journey I'm on:

Ahead, I see the storm coming,
Powerful and frightening.
But there's no going around it,
And home is waiting on the other side.

Glad you made it home, think I'm almost there. Thank you for sharing this.
A pack rat of misfortune,
I've stuffed each bag full
Of pain
Of insecurities
Of layers
That once protected against the cold,
But now just leave me withered.

Powerful! --rated--
On this road
I do not travel lightly.
A pack rat of misfortune,
I've stuffed each bag full
Of pain
Of insecurities
Of layers

We all carry those bags around. Love it.
I sucked wind on "a pack rat of misfortune." Nailed and rated.
I love the image of the home that can only be reached through the eye of the storm. So many times we turn around and run to the place we think we will find "safety" only to still be alone. Beautiful. Thank you.
Thanks everyone for taking the time and for your responses. Honestly, coming from writers like you, it encourages me to keep it up.

For some reason, I always thought I'd know true love, because it would scare the shit out of me. Then, it was just a matter of dealing with that fear and my past, so that I could love and be loved. That's why I wrote this.

Mary - You're absolutely right. I'm constantly reminding my students that anything wothwhile takes struggle. We too often take all the shortcuts only to get more lost. Thanks for your wisdom.
Noah: I'm usually cautious about reading and commenting on people's poetry -- it feels to me like commenting on a person's child. A poem is such an intimate act -- I'm never sure my understanding of a poem -- especially of someone who'll read my comments -- is the same as what was intended. As the old song says, "Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood."

Having said all that, let me throw caution and inner considering to the winds and say I was moved by this poem, by its simultaneous weight and lightness. I found it easy to get past my hesitations about meaning because the poem was literally grounded in the physical world.

I see a burdened interior world of doubt and fear being addressed and answered through memory with simple physical images -- a road, a storm, a key -- that promise and finally deliver redemption. I think it's downright daring to end a poem these days on a note of triumph, but that's how I felt for you at the last lines. To repeat yours: Thank you. To say mine: Bravo.
Jeremiah, I appreciate you driving through your own storm and leaving a response. I couldn't agree more. I love reading others' poetry, but find it difficult to leave an adequate resonse. First of all, I write poetry, but I'm not a poet. Also, I certainly am not one that sets high standards on responses and waits for the right one.

Your response means a lot to me, especially because I respect your posts and views. As long as you could identify, that's all I ever want.

Thanks again.
A blessing in disguise: realizing there is nothing to fear as one journeys through shimmering shadows of deepest, darkest night...

Sincere, heartfelt beauty of the struggle to become - graces your poem, Noahvose.

Thank you, dear Brother...
Oh this is excellent! rated and posted (hopefully) to my friends who love writing.
Please keep telling me of your posts. This takes my breath away.
Powerful.
Like-Water, thanks for your comments, as always. I've often taught my students that fear is our worst emotion. We commit our worst acts when controled by it, and yet it so easily tricks us into feeling safe.

Sao - I'm glad you didn't stay away too long, but I understand the need to get back to the other parallel reality. Thanks for taking the time and for your generous comments.

JRDOG - Thanks and good luck with the changing of the pastors. By the way, how did a Lakota preacher end up in NC?

CBERG - I just didn't want to annoy anyone or over-advertise, but I'll keep sending you my emails about new posts if you want. Thanks for always taking the time. Let me know about your new posts, as well.