Canny Amah Poet Sonnet

Our Voice Shall Be Heard

(for Chinua Achebe)

Any who lives in time’s documents
Must with feet have graced the tunes
Of drums my verse clan drummed
Which every soul in highest frenzy trapped.
When the eyes of noble history
Shall ope’ to the unborn who like sentry
Wait for the cock to crow the herald:
Jungle readiness for new generation added;
Then we are the ancients and ancestors
Drawn from the once famous fallen
Generation – then as myths
Heard by the ever-hearing ears
Our tunes mezzotinted shall be heard
Even in this cosmo-jungle clearly heard.

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Debbie Guzzi July 8, 2010 at 4:46 PM You beat on the drum skin of memory. The rattle of seed in gourd. The sound of click, click on stick. Have you, have heard the chatter of teeth. Unloved? Has the bright sun stole the breath from the heartbeat of your mind? Have you sighed ...in time?

Sara Kendrick October 9, 2009 at 2:24 PM Nicely done. Very readable. Keep writing,.Sara