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. I celebrate myself and sing as the fallen leaves give rise to a symphony of time revealed. ii. Life in various hues converge laughs on grape and vine remembering a childhood that drags black sometimes 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 falling leaves. iii. Tree firmed planted seeds of a new song of audacity and hope and awareness The song of myself inconceivable for some. Bold and brilliant! leaf fall speaking bliss to me. iv. 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. Withholding nothing wrapping me in the melodies of an eternal love song Arose today bloomed. v. You and I celebrate myself in all the golden hues of fallen, crushed leaves.
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9/24/2015 02:07:04 pm
I think I see the influence of your favorite poets in your words as you celebrate yourself.
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