Quiet Poetry Lounge : The Sun...Rises

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  1. baller

    baller Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    The Sun…Rises
    (Inspired by the novel: The Book of Negroes)

    She lAmEnTeD death
    —The sadNESS descending upon her soul

    The Sun…Rose

    Soothing melodies danced
    As humming birds romanced
    The sweet nectar of morning’s sunrise

    Drumming(s) of over-lapping waves
    Strummed the maze of
    Rocky shore lines
    …Its tentacles tentatively exploring
    The COCOON of erosion-made caves
    As rushing waves
    Failed (struggled) to find
    Their calm

    The Sun…Rises

    High tides describe the water’s rise
    …Desperately trying to wash away
    All signs of (her) intrusion
    FIGHTING the illusion
    That her people are not strong
    That she is not
    STRONG

    But her strength was not swayed

    As reason sifted thru bite-sized pieces
    Of youthful peace
    Driving innocence away

    “They call me their equal” she did say
    “But their lips do not yet call my name
    Their eyes do not yet see my glory
    Their ears do not yet hear my story
    …not the way I want to tell it
    (Even if I yell it)”

    She loves the written word
    She sees in it the power of the sleeping lion
    Waiting like that restful beast
    With lungs breathing
    And heart beating

    “They call me an African,” She cried

    A mournful saga
    Bubbled out of her weary soul
    She told her story to all those
    Who would listen

    “Hear Me.”

    Counting inbound waves
    She gazed
    As forces of nature rocked her to silence

    The gentle rhythm of rushing waters
    Lulled her to Restful slumber
    Where peaceful quiet
    Massaged her to sleep

    She WEPT at the tranquil setting of rolling mountains
    As waves lapped lazily at distant white-sand beaches
    Its sounds mingling with the sea gull’s screeching

    The ocean whispered its song
    To a lone strolling friend and a distant setting sun

    It braved the rising waves
    It kissed the ocean’s face
    When her travels set her upon dry land
    She turned and walked away

    ~ She walked the streets of BABYLON to escape the stench of yesterday

    She prayed searing prayers of grieving
    And hope from deceiving(s)
    For a better tomorrow…a better time
    Filled with less sorrow than that left behind

    She HOPED TO FIND
    Not the fanciful things
    Of fantasy and dreams
    But SIMPLE THINGS
    …the simpler times of a distant land
    Where men were men
    And women were of her kind

    She wished for HAPPINESS
    The happiness she knew before time afforded her an evil
    She did not know could exist
    To risk
    Death

    The Sun…Sets.
     
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    This was str8 awesome
     
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    baller Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    THE WRITTEN WORD. it's a powerful thing. i'm glad that it's something we utilize to make the cries of yesterday a reality for today...and tomorrow.

    THANKS for reading.


    I weep

    …At the somber setting of
    Inbound waves
    That plays
    Havoc
    With the sun rays

    I gaze

    At the illusion
    That we are
    STRONG
    When strong
    Isn’t measured by ohms
    Volts
    Or watts
    Or existential amplification
    Or the weighted nations we’ve lifted
    Or the muscular sinews we’ve been gifted

    As forces of nature rock us to the core

    Heartfelt emotions of yesterday GROW.
    In gentle breezes…They BLOW

    “This is my name,” she screams
    “This is who I am
    This is how I got here
    This is my story”

    It waits like a restful beast
    This written word
    …With lungs breathing
    And heart beating

    Wishing…
    For a better day
    A better way to say…

    I AM.
     
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    baller Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    A tale long told...
     
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    amazing just love this thanks for sharing it took me far in your mind of poetry
     
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    baller Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    many thanks for the kind words, MzBlkAngel.

    thanks for stopping by
     
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