"Sunu's Dance"

Inkerbell



In the heart of the land where rivers wind,

Where ancient spirits whisper through the pines,

There lives a woman strong and kind,

A Cherokee soul, radiant and divine.

 

Sunu, they call her, Dance beautiful woman dance,

Her name a melody, a rhythm, a trance,

She walks with grace, like the whispering breeze,

Embracing her heritage, with a heart at ease.

 

In her eyes, the wisdom of ancestors gleams,

A tapestry woven of hopes and dreams,

Her spirit like a flame, forever ablaze,

Guided by the teachings of elder days.

 

With every step, she paints the earth with love,

An artist's brush, celestial hues above,

Her dance, a story, a sacred song,

A harmonious union where she belongs.

 

Through valleys green and mountains high,

She weaves her tales beneath the sky,

Her voice, a soothing river's flow,

Reflecting ancient truths that glow.

 

Sunu dances with the moon's soft glow,

Embracing shadows, letting go,

She gathers strength from land and sky,

A wild spirit, unafraid to fly.

 

In every bead, in every braid,

Her heritage, a living serenade,

From generations past to those unborn,

Her essence shines like the golden morn.

 

Dance, beautiful woman, dance with glee,

Your spirit, fierce, forever free,

In your heart, the spirits sing,

A Cherokee woman, crowned a queen.

 

Let drums beat on and fires burn,

In every step, let wisdom churn,

For in Sunu's dance, a tale unfolds,

Of strength, resilience, and love untold.

  • Author: Inkerbell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 2nd, 2023 00:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is dedicated to my Grandmother Myrtle. She was Cherokee and she called me "Sunu" before she died. It means "Dance beautiful woman dance"... This dance is for her.
  • Category: Spiritual
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Comments1

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    This is so beautiful 🙂 I liked reading this

    Thanks for sharing this
    It’s lovely

    • Inkerbell

      I'm Cherokee and my grandmother called me Sunu before she died. I didn't know what it meant until I heard a song by Rising Appalachia called Sunu. It stopped me in my tracks. It inspired this poem. You should definitely listen. It's beautiful



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