My ode to the poetic greats and myself. Don't know why I have been thinking a lot of Walt Whitman, Langston Hughes and Paul Laurence Dunbar, maybe because their contributions shaped me and my inner poet. They have been a part of every time period of my life. When I was young, my mother instilled a love of Paul Laurence Dunbar teaching me how to recite his words and act them out. I can still recite with vigor his poem 'In the Morning.' In high school, I fell in love with the social justice poetry of Langston Hughes: his words, to me, smooth, but sharp. In college, I performed a dramatic reading of parts of 'Leaves of Grass' with a poetry group. I will forever remember the synergy of that experience.
Today, all those memories flooded back to me and I was overwhelmed and overjoyed. I could only write in response. This poem features my soul and some of the words of my poetic heroes.
I celebrate myself and sing
as the fallen leaves
give rise to a symphony of time revealed.
Life in various hues converge
laughs on grape and vine
remembering a childhood that drags black
festering like a sore, but never shall I forget
wearing the masks of grins and lies
where songs are loud but low
memories are sweet and change like
Tree firmed planted
seeds of a new song
of audacity and hope and awareness
The song of myself
inconceivable for some. Bold and brilliant!
speaking bliss to me.
I believe in you, my soul--the other I am
creator and being wrapped into one
healing ancient wounds still open to the flesh
Lover of me. Protector and provider.
wrapping me in the melodies of an eternal
Arose today bloomed.
You and I celebrate myself in all the golden hues of fallen,
Documenting my evolution by filling in space and matter one word at a time.