Marge Tindal was a great Poet and though we lived ocean wide apart, she was my best friend. Sadly I have to write ‘was’ because she’s no longer with us. Marge passed away rather unexpectedly on January 26, 2009.
I had met Marge on the internet for the first time, when I boldly joined the poetry website Piptalk.com on July 5, 2001 and started to write my poetry in the English language, which wasn’t my native language, because I’m a Dutchie. Marge was right there to welcome me and eversince she has helped me to improve my English grammar and encouraged me to keep on writing.
For Marge, writing poetry was a way of living, it was in her blood, as was her Cherokee heritage in her blood. She had a very strong bond to her Native American background and wrote the most beautiful poems about it, which I always enjoyed to read.
Copyright text and photos if not mentioned otherwise: Titia Geertman
I have full permission from Marge’s family to show and promote her poetry in any way I see fit. It’s copyrighted material, so it’s strictly forbidden to reproduce her poems in any way.
Native American Poetry
This was the first book Marge Tindal published and alas it will be also her last. It is still sitting here on my bedside table.
I often grab it to read a poem before I go to sleep and I know that, despite the fact that I miss her every day, she’s in a good place.
I’m sure she’s living in ‘her’ Moon somewhere, watching over me and all the people she kept in her heart during her life on earth.
At the time I wrote this article, I had found a recording on Youtube of the poem below, made by a German singer who had put music to Marge’s words. It was so beautiful, but then one day I discovered that the video had been set back to private, so it’s lost for public eyes alas. I’ve send the artist an email, but never got a reply from him. So in stead of listening, I’ve put the poem here for you to read.
I Am Wolf
I call your name out in the night.
The moon is howling too.
I scream at things that cause you fright,
I come to protect you.
I am the spirit
of the Cherokee
sent to light your way.
I am wolf.
I protect you on this day.
Into the evening shadows
I make my way with stealth.
I am Wolf,
I am your self.
Marge wrote this poem for her son David.
Marge’s Native American Poetry is beautiful and it shows the strong bond she felt with her ancestors. She often talked about the spirits that surrounded her. Many books have been written about the Native Americans and I selected a few to show here. They’re about the Cherokee indians, because it was their blood that ran through Marge’s veins. Just click a picture if you want to find more information about the book.
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You can still visit Marge’s Poetry website:
I’ve met Marge once in real life, in September 2002, when I visited the USA and made a round trip from Boston to Florida to meet some of the poets I had met on the poetry website Piptalk.com.
It was a fantastic trip, seen a lot, learned a lot.
My trip to the USA in 2002 ended in New Port Richie where we had a long weekend gathering of poets who came from different parts of the world.
It was then that we knew for sure, that our friendship would last till the end of days, not knowing yet that her’s came way too soon.
Marge Tindal became my friend for life
Marge had a flair with words that I’ve seldom seen. She played with her inkwell and pen in such a creative way, leaving the reader no doubt to what she meant to say. She had humor and I really enjoyed her playful little poems she wrote to the full moon each month. They became her trademark and we called her the ‘Moonlady’.
Marge Tindal – “Moonlady” – Poems
In Loving Memory: Marge Tindal
After her death I got permission from her family to collect all her moon poems she had shared with us in a book called In Loving Memory: Marge Tindal.
I made it in honor of her and added 12 of my own Moon poems which I wrote each month on full moon a year long after her passing. It was my way of saying goodbye to my dearest friend.
I still miss her every day. I’m so glad she managed to publish her beautiful Native American Poems in this book ‘Out of the Whispering Winds’