L'Nass Shango Poet Free verse

Predetermination

A cold moon comes up
After the hot and billowing day
The black beaks, black eyes
White plumed necks
And fanged claws masked as talons
Still sizzle on the sultry brain
There is no safety here
It is a long trek to edge of pain
The constant circle of the crow
The swift alight
The turbid swarming of the flight
The cawings grow
Not trees, barely scrubby thorns
Whose shadows hide the struggle
Between life and death
So urgent nothing is forlorn
No snuggles close to happiness
One only pause to catch a breath
And I walk this Namib place
Towards the moon for one embrace

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Duyanni Noa December 6, 2009 at 7:11 PM Beautiful...

Lena Townsend December 6, 2009 at 5:42 AM Great imagery in this one. It has a dark and dangerous feel to it reminding me of the shadow within us all. The fear that we must all come face to face with eventually. It seems the subject of this piece is moving onward despite the darkness of the shadows, searching to embrace the light. You moved me. I like it, well done friend, well done! Smiles from Lolita