J.S. Campbell

Rookie - 20 Points (Saskatchewan)

Turtle Island - Poem by J.S. Campbell

10,000,000 miles of metal
criss-crossing every corner
a paradise caught in a spiderweb

Rivers of solid rock, flowing
for just one day before cementing
nevermoving, cracking with ages

mindless movement, to pushdown and
not to push, propelling many to
nothing. Squares of metal from
distant lands resting on circles.

Blocks surround, square in shape
and mild in color, appear on
the pristine grasses, lakes of rock
surround, for the mechanized circles.

A million souls together, all virgin
to sufficiency, depending on
a mother that was never there
and a milk of life none
understand comes from where.

Brightness encompasses, shining
in every right hand,
every square structure,
and over every rock river.

The stars and the moon
revert to unknown, unseen
by the seemingly blind.

A world without words, of grindings
and sorrows.
Yet one drum still beats: the echos of
the battles never fought.

Bright whiteness in the blackness of confusion
A truth, so true. A love, so loving.
A beauty, so beautiful, and a hope to the hopeless.

Topic(s) of this poem: native american

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Turtle island is the original name given to North America

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 25, 2014

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