Manitou

by Ben Vienerius

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Manitou

Why is time for loss still coming?
why do we still have to part?
Science has not given answers,
when feeling pain, come into our haerts

Every time we're bending our head down
Then looking and questioning.. into the sky
The only answer that then is us giving,
will just be that teardrop.. filling our eyes

Aqua1955

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3D Rendering Computer/Digital Fantasy/Mythical Manitou Indian squaw Indian horse Tipi wild west

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Patricia Griffin Brett

Patricia Griffin Brett 23 May 2012

Ben, this is so touching & so beautiful.....very special piece :)

Mary Janosik

Mary Janosik 21 Apr 2010

Wonderful poem and image....can feel his loss!!

Aqua1955
Artist Reply: Thank you very much Mary :)
Maria Anna Machado

Maria Anna Machado 21 Apr 2010

marvelous work...and poem...

Aqua1955
Artist Reply: Thank you M'anna :)
Emily Reed

Emily Reed 21 Apr 2010

BEAUTIFULLY DONE, AQUA!

Aqua1955
Artist Reply: Thank you very much dear Emily :)
Lawrence Hickman

Lawrence Hickman 20 Apr 2010

incredibly awsome very unique and imressive composition

Aqua1955
Artist Reply: Thank you very much Lawrence
Sharon Gonzalez

Sharon Gonzalez 20 Apr 2010

PERFECTLY BEAUTIFUL, BEN.... BOTH IMAGE AND POEM/WORDS.

Aqua1955
Artist Reply: Thank you very much Sharon :)
ruth sears

ruth sears 20 Apr 2010

very nice work,Ben,but sad as Jerry says.

Aqua1955
Artist Reply: Sometimes things in life are sad and walking bye wouldn't be realistyc..
jerry carlin

jerry carlin 20 Apr 2010

Nice job, Ben, sad poem and sad image! Now we need one of your happy fairies! or two!

Aqua1955
Artist Reply: I keep life as it comes Jerry, sometimes nice and sometimes bad. We all have to deal with it. When I thought of this picture I thought of wounded knee, where many indians went to their manitou. The look into the sky made it realistic... calling WHY? The last words written by Gary Mintshal in his "Ghostdance" poem were not in vain to me... and never should be forgotten, to give us all a warning. AND WHEN THE MOON WOULD HIDE IT'S FACE AND EAST WOULD SHOW IT'S SUN THE DRUMS WOULD STOP AND TEARS WOULD DROP AND THE DANCE OF GHOST WAS DONE