River Urke's Writings
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Poem
Jan.13.2011
by Jack Rajs 2010
A Teton Sunset
Sage fills the valley as cracking ground thunderspointed peaks rise through clouds of colors
majestic beauties roam an ancient pathone buffalo follows two days past
golden wings soar on the mountain breezemating Hawks circle each other with ease
playful paws pounce amongst setting brushsilly coyotes taunt...
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Poem
Jan.04.2011
The Stone Nordic Theater by moonlight is barren, except for the latest Graffitiand once in a while adrifter borrows a night,soothed by crashing wavesand the hum of the city.
By daylight, the...
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Poem
Oct.08.2010
The still of the lake calms my soul as I wait beneath the willow. A light breeze moves through her branches lightly touching my face, sweeping the hair from my eyes. An Eagle calls in the distance.
My mind races with pictures and words, adventures and quests of self and we. Along the horizon lined with dark blue waters bursts colors of red and orange. I offer my...
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Oct.08.2010
She dances under the BirchTo the music of her soulBare feet against wet EarthFreer then she has ever known
She dances a healing danceTo cleanse the invisible woundsBuried through generationsDeep within the soul
She dances for all womenYoung, weak, strong and oldWomen across waters and landThroughout all of time
She dances secret knowledgeBeats of movement...
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Poem
Oct.08.2010
On the floor, I stand
motionless
soaking in the rhythm
absorbing the beats
feeling the music from within.
My hips are the first to move
to the rhythmic muse
pulsing through my body.
My legs are next
steps that match
the sway to my hips.
My back and shoulders respond
with a lift and a twist.
Following suit, my arms
stay in flow with the tempo.
My body a canvas...
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About River
Expressing is in my wiring. I always have to be creating in some form or another or life is not right. I used to do a lot of beadwork and painting and now I am focusing towards photography and writing. I believe there was always a writer in me; I just took a...
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