On Considering the Elements for My Drum Painting


came to me first

the earth

the crone

steady, slow, unperturbed

always shielded


came to me second

when my need was great

the sky

my brother

my guide

the watcher

the shaman


has always been with me

my heart goes where the wild goose goes

the wind

the wanderer

and I must go where the wild goose goes

But who is the writer?
I wait for the answer that has
rested in me.

Great Spirit is the writer.

I can’t do this then. I cannot represent Great Spirit.

Great Spirit is in you and is already represented.

and in the drum, the song, the dance

and in the word





already represented

in all that you are

or not

and all that you do

or don’t

in all that you see

or don’t

in all that you hear

or don’t

in all that you feel


are you sensing a trend here?

But, about the drum?


Do whatever you want.

You will anyway.

About Sharon

Like anyone who lives long enough, I have experienced great loss and survived. I am convinced that my survival depends on my own participation in creating the reality I am living in, and I am determined to be a thoughtful and active participant/creator. These writings are my way of documenting that creation. As the song goes, "I will survive!" I chose the title Staying Vertical because I find that surviving isn't just staying on my feet physically. Keeping my thoughts and emotions on the vertical plane keeps me alive and moving forward. Thanks for joining me!
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2 Responses to On Considering the Elements for My Drum Painting

  1. I find this amusing … especially the last two lines. I trust you will find just the right imagery for your drum.

    I’m surprised you haven’t written something on the loss of little children. I’m wondering if that is what my melancholia is about or if it is something else.

    I love your poetry. You do such a nice job of expressing yourself.
    Thanks for sharing.

    • Sharon says:

      Thank you, Lissa. You are always so supportive. I haven’t been able to write about the children yet. It’s too raw. I’m not sure I ever can in a way that makes any sense, since it doesn’t make any sense. All those bright little faces. I thought I had seen some horrible stuff in my life – but this is horrible in a way I could never have imagined.

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