The way the words hug.....

 someone in those greens

whispers out my name

throws some words at my feet

tells me to follow the trail

but stuck here

at the crossroads

i don’t know what to do

and then i see a woman

lying in a blood red pool

she looks so familiar

she needs me

this i know

and then a sound stabs me

the voice of a howling crow

i try to run

i try so hard

and i wake up on a bed

is it mine

what time is it

why am i sleeping here

i open the door and meet a sea

waves lapping at my feet

i try to smile but it does not reach my lips

 the sand cuts,i let my feet bleed

it must have hurt i must have cried

but my eyes are so dry

 lost forever 

looking for a symbol of life

in my womb was a soul

a few days from sunlight

and now i don’t feel the rush

he must have seen the world

is he in a cot sleeping

should i go look for him

or shall i first find out

if i am a dead womans dream

some one calls my name

i must follow my dreams…

© somkritya

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A few days Back i was reading excerpts of Daniel.J. Davis’s Book, Wind River, and the write up was so inspiring that i could not stop my self from weaving the poem i just shared. This poem has nothing to do with the story line and every thing to do with the aura it creates…

The poet must never touch his inspiration – even if he could – it must reside in it’s exalted realm, just out of reach, like the sacred fingertip. If he does touch it, he is no longer a poet – the inspiration falls to earth and becomes human – seeking only, it’s pleasure and craving….

~ Michael Mcguirt

That’s what i tried to do or at least i am hoping i did some justice to what i read

Wind River is about Sarah,about John,in world of 1854, about battle fields,about an isolated village,about a simple red feather…

This Post Today Is Not a Book Review But My Way Of Paying Tribute to a Wonderful, Generous and Passionate Writer Daniel.J.Davis,

A tribute to someone who inspired me to write in a genre which i have till now enjoyed reading. Something in that story,something in his write up hugged me, gave me a warm embrace and though my poem is dark, the feeling was of happiness which only comes from a good read.

As inspiring as it has been, it was tough naming this post and i thought what should I name this post…

shall i name it Sarah’s touch

or Red feather

shall i call it The way the word hugs

or Much needed refresher

shall i name it Clancy’s desires

or the Wind river fire

shall i name it The wind river pass

or The angels ire

Oh you have to read Sarah’s Notebook  to understand why it inspired me so much. The way it has been woven into the story makes it furthermore interesting.

some nuggets from the Part 1

We set out on dreams built on tales of California, a paradise I could hardly imagine, temperate and warm and beautiful. I don’t know why I expected Oregon country to be the same. I guess we just went too far north for the sun to follow.

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And from this frosty window I can see what dreams look like when you find them. They are never what you imagined they would be, but you recognize them just the same.Because you know it’s what you were afraid of.

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He places a pen to paper

Come North! Wind River Awaits!

A Trapper’s Dream! Water, Land, and Gold!

The ink slides from the G as he fills in the outline of the letter and he curses Christ for allowing it to happen.

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Intrigued,want more….But know this before you click the link below…

This is not an ordinary story ,this is a story of a place which doesn’t follow the rules of this planet.

There are places where Sun will not reach ,some call them Godforsaken and even in these places stories and poetry’s will be born.. very dark very different…the dreams and songs in these places will have a different soil and a diferent base tone…

And reading those words you will not know when you will become a part of their lives, you will be those characters and you will feel every thing they felt. Words of Wind River will touch and caress your senses, but be careful some caresses sting and leave scars

may be you should just leave

or may be its already too late for you to go back….

Please Click the link below or the Image above to go to the page where you will find synopsis and links to this story…

Wind River By Daniel J Davis 

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Wish you all a lovely weekend and a goodread

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