He closed his eyes, then breathed in deeply as he sighed;
the scent of salty seas invading senses–
long ago denied.
What message had the Spirits of his people to impart?
His mind wandered…waiting…

Was that sound the sea-gulls screeching loudly in the sky?
Not from any memory of his did he recall…but then–
could it be the sound of eagles so far distant as to fall
upon his hearing, gently reminiscing days that fly,
in ever spinning eons passing by.

With eyes still closed; did he hear wings? Or fins of fish
that leap out of the waters, gasping wide,
relinquishing their freedom to the ever-spawning tide.
He listened to the sounds of life abounding all around…
he frowned, his heart sore—stricken to the core
knowing this reality
was, in its entirety, a time so long before…
… the white man.

Then suddenly ‘twas clear, the reason he was here
brought before the spirits on his own.
Up on the mountain high, with the eagles in the sky
brought together some normality
of family and home.
His eyes, eager now to open
as the breeze, bringing far-off laughter that in turn
would lift his lips…
he traced with fingertips—then suddenly he realized—
that everything he had despised had made him now the man he had become.
He’d turned what was, into what is–
He opened up his eyes.
~~oOo~~
Sandra Stoner-Mitchell
 

 

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Sandra Stoner-Mitchell
I started out as a poet, my first love. It was while doing this that I began taking an interest in children's stories, written in rhyme. When I had my first book, Hedgerow Capers, snapped up by a publisher, I was elated. I now have seven children's books published.

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He Opened Up His Eyes

4 thoughts on “He Opened Up His Eyes

  • August 13, 2019 at 3:24 pm
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    Hi Sandra

    Wow, that’s one cool story poem and very visual. Strangely, I read it out loud and found myself whispering the words.

    It is funny how us humans sometimes wake up and smell the roses so to speak.

    Like your work, again

    PD

    • August 14, 2019 at 9:00 pm
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      Thank you, PD, what a lovely review. It was a picture that brought this poem about. I tried to put it on here but it wouldn’t accept it. I’ll have to ask the Boss! lol Thanks for reading, and I’m delighted you enjoyed it. xx Sandra

  • August 12, 2019 at 9:43 am
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    Hello Sandra

    A very nicely written poem which tells a good story. You are very good at poetry and I hope once I learn how to write in English more I can become as good as you at it.

    It is good that he realised what made him who he is.

    Thank you

    Ambot

    • August 14, 2019 at 9:04 pm
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      Hello Ambot,

      Thank you so much for reading my poem, I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Your English reads very well to me already. 🙂 I’m still learning the art of Poetry, there are so many styles these days. I mostly stick to my way as it’s how I feel, and what comes to me as I see things. Thanks again! Sandra xx

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