Thursday, April 5, 2012

Treaties

Waves of prairie grass
high as a horse's belly -
as long as it grows . . .


Life-giving water
deep beneath the fine, red dirt -
as long as it flows . . .


We honor the old,
and we birth our fine, strong young,
but peace is poison.

Mother Buffalo
has entered the mountain, and
we shall be starved white.

For Kerry's Challenge at Real Toads,
April Heights Haiku Challenge,
and . . . it's 55 words for my G-Man!

20 comments:

hedgewitch said...

You've braided three prompts into one beautiful rawhide rope. The last stanza is beyond chilling, and all too true.

Fireblossom said...

"starved white" ...wow, that says it all.

G-Man said...

Mama Zen...
One of my favorites EVER from you.
A Nations Lament!!!
Thanks for including me this week.
Fantastic 55 Lady.
Thanks for this Triple Threat of PERFECTION...Have a Kick Ass Week-End
Happy Easter

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Whoa! "Starved white".......Such a powerful poem. "Mother Buffalo has entered the mountain"........great writing, kiddo!

Brian Miller said...

lovely visual in the opening...peace is poison is a nice line...and that last stanza is killer

beccagivens said...

Starved white ... oh my!!!

This is my Day 5 ~~ Waves Wash Over Me.

PattiKen said...

Wow, there are some powerful images here. Well done.

Other Mary said...

Yup, great stuff, and the last stanza is really powerful, and sadly true.

anthonynorth said...

Perfectly done.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh, I was so hoping someone would invoke the White Buffalo - what a tremendous slice of oral lore that is. I'm so glad you brought the thread into your marvellous haiku series, and that it's all done in 55 is a mark of your talent in the short write - this story is immense.

happygirl said...

I am in awe of your talent. Your wit and craftsmanship created a piece with beauty and strength.

Daydreamertoo said...

And this is beautiful and yet, so sad for its truth.

Mary said...

Evocative and intense from beginning to end!

Yvonne Osborne said...

Great poem! Peace was poison. 55 perfect words.

izzy said...

So inspired! lovely piece in 55-
thanks.

Brendan said...

The native voice is like a relic beach, now just the outlines of what was once a vital encounter. All we see now is the "staved white" bones; but you've picked up one and, like a conch, heard and wrote down this. So much for treaties, longing, peace. Fine, fine, poem MZ - Brendan

Helen said...

The wisdom of a woman ... a woman who has lived, who understands, who is.

Fred Rutherford said...

Wow, this was so good I didn't even catch on to each being it's own haiku, alone yet interconnected. Everything just flowed together.. You are the Haiku master…Love the final one too, as it uses tribal religious belief imaging very nicely. Great read. Thanks

Grace said...

Those treaties were spelled with death and starvation ~

Fine work MZ~

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Evocative, strong words. Powerful piece of writing.