To Tell A Story of Kindness About My Friend Shems

Try not to tell this story….

I. A STORY

Try not to tell

this story so you can

weave these words

in the hereafter.

II.  MY DESERT TRIP

Either I found myself,

or maybe I was found,

when I moved out of shade

created by two wooden

supports of old Redwood

carved with patient etchings

of the sun and the moon.

There to hold in place life

away from the desert heat.

Two days to walk to well

where I stay every year.

Hear this lonely desert.

To the sun I offer

This banner in the sand.

 

The challenge of a new life.

III.  A BANNER A DAY

On this day I planted

miles and miles of banner;

red, blue, violet, black, and white.

Each spoke of beating hearts,

drums muffled by the wind.

By blessed undying

light reflected off sole

of my feet, sink in sand

when I plant banners pole.

Streamers begin to dance.

The well water flows “God,”

to wash face from a pail,

to praise each strengthening,

sip slowly with my love.

 

I did not understand any rules.

I grasped air to try to find tools.

IV. THE WILD MAN

Here standing by my well,

met wild man of desert.

His layers of fine dust

forming cloud as he danced

a Tarantella type.

Within a few seconds

his firm grip took my chin,

“Please, look in my eyes, here

God dances to Water Joy!”

“Are you a man of God?”

Without loosening grip,

“To you we are hiding,

but to me everyone.”

As I share my water.

 

Through the struggles of my failing

your many acts of kindness sing.

Held my spirit up in clouds ring.

V. FRIENDSHIP

Takes my drink of water

lightly splashes face, hands,

“I have been in desert

to dance a dance of love,

daily waking crushed earth.

Once known this rapture,

a rapture of being,

you will never survive

without it’s flame again.”

Invited him in to drink

under my banners shade.

Quietly massaged

Our tender feet with oil.

Drank wine and enjoyed food.

 

Now I find I cannot pick up my phone.

to sit upon this spot alone,

I wonder how you may have grown.

to miss your song your joyous tone.

VI. WORDS

Don’t let your body entrap you.

Raise your spirit clear over your head.

 

 

Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family.I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

6 thoughts on “To Tell A Story of Kindness About My Friend Shems

  • August 18, 2016 at 7:23 PM
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    Fascinating and rather esoteric read filled with fine imagery and thought-provoking phrases, Jamie. The structure was interesting, offered ideas that are the spiritual core of the poet. Nicely penned and expressed. I really enjoyed it.

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  • August 18, 2016 at 8:02 PM
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    One of the most unique pieces I have read in sometime – you’ve done a masterful job weaving this tale together; just the right amount of description to anchor the imagery in the readers mind without being too wordy…impressive

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  • September 18, 2016 at 6:42 AM
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    Very ,very nice , I love this style of writing ! I really must try it more ! And do I ever love the deserts of the southwest ………..:-]

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