I want...
cornrows to line
my ears with stories long
buried fish bones and roots grown in
dreamland
cobbled
kernels of truth,
crop circles to carry
Indian summer beads of Earth's
alleys
a voice
husky tones, grit
amazing unabashed
zeal for life and death in seasons
foretold
to stalk
hominy's meal
earth's dark history sipped
pot liquor of standing rain and
stillness
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ReplyDeleteStrong imagery infused with emotion.
ReplyDeleteKay, you're really good at writing cinquains. Your use of "..." creates an emotive effect.
Another karmic link between us today. I just posted a poem about chasing my dream. LOL!
Chen-ou
WOW. This is superb. You have drawn a robust, lushly self-articulated character without over-stepping what you can have experienced by observation. A fine line walked from beginning to end -- successfully, I think.
ReplyDeleteSo many fun links today, Chen-ou! I was reading some poetry by Jeffrey Beam--a poet mentioned by you, Brian, and don't you know there was something about corn rows! LOL!
ReplyDeleteYou both continue to be so encouraging to me, and I appreciate it so much.
Always,
Kay