Author/Speaker - Soldier Blue

Poetry Author/Speaker Soldier Blue, is a Native Spoken Word Artist of Great Osage birth. When he was adopted, he was granted the privilege of becoming Taino, they being the Native People of Puerto Rico.

This Author has been published in the E-zine Whisper n Thunder and is a regular participant of the Blog Talk Radio show, the Speak Easy Cafe along with his collaborating companion Katherine Wyatt.

Mr. Blue helped to Co-Found WordCraft Circle in Houston, TX (Native Writing and Story Tellers Group). You can also read Soldier’s work in a Native magazine Returning The Gift. He has read works for Native Heritage Month twice on Houston’s local ABC affiliate and was a co-host of People Of Earth radio show on KPFT radio station.

Soldiers poem featured here has never been read, until now ~

"Trees on the Seafront" Photo by Steve Kenyon

“Dripping from Trees”

Dripping from Trees..
sleep falling, cascading..
of whispers that lift
upon raw flavour
of the WindSong
the hiss of foam
echoes through limbs
of palms as they sway
in saline waters, wishes of

the Ocean drying upon

warm breeze and a kiss

laying on a rippling reverie
where once ships
and dark faced men
bespoke discovery

Yea.. into the night,
into the blaque
songs of abalones
dance just beneath
shaded pools of azure

Darkness claims
roots laid bare
pressed between
weathered faces
of ancient stones
and seek out

the remnants from

a ravaged ground
reflecting the pale

distance of the horizon

As the blood fire
deepens the skye
making ready for night
afternoon shades
remember shadows
of another time
when all was the end
of what could be seen
and useless words
of Latin prejudice
with caustic iron crosses
came down upon their necks
yea… that sunset,
a last supper indeed

Aahh …

but, the soughing of the trees
a mysting healing breeze
and we walk slow paths
touching sacred stones,

the inner ancientness
of immortal bone
the smoothing curve
of ageless ArchWays
as we disappear
beyond the beyond
where we see bright colours
blessed earth before us
we walk ‘neath the lean dreams
of Ravens and OldeCrowes
off, deep in the distance
sheltered by relief of palm trees
walking with peace unto

hearth and home

upon the
GhostRoad

……..SoldierBlue