Something
Fundamental is
Posed as a
Goal of the
Search..
The word
"Fundamental"
May seem as
A word before
All words
An arrival
At origin..
But..separation
Lives as a
Thread in all
Word stitchings...
At the end of a meal, we take all that is left,
Wrap it up to consume the next day,
With the cycle repeating until all that food
Is devoured, but not thrown away.
Same with sewing a project – what fabric remains
When the quilt or the pillow’s complete,
Joins the remnants from previous stitchings I’ve made
So the next time, their patterns I’ll greet.
There are those who are savers and those who are not
But no matter which side you’ve embraced,
If you toss out your leftovers – fabric or food,
You have wasted what must be replaced.
Applauses were even, numbers and faces were odd.
Clay was molded and fate washed her palm
Sentences were bold as my story was told.
One of a rusty heart of iron stitches
One of haggard feet of million hitches.
The flames danced bright and night was light
Chalices were of pumpkin and flutes of cane
Rites were roots, skins were dried and drums were drums
Arms were flags gliding on in the ululations
Chitenges were of savanna and tongues were of the zambezi.
Hisses were blisses and kisses were riches
Smiles were fireflies and pals were butterflies
Years had piled, miles were fat, feet was bare and dust lost lust
In kisses were riches and in stitchings were teachings
My fist rattled a straw in the condensed country breeze.
First of the sun and last of the sand
Of elephant heart and eucalyptus will
The tomb was torn, bones made skeleton and from earth crawled legacy.
This cage is sheath, these ribs cradle an epitome of the African Child.
Engaging alters prance through the wind
Melodic songs of a peaceful goodbye
Tranquility begins to surround her tonight
This twilight death of a heart dipping under
The passion is leaving her behind forever
Let Destiny take her course of aftermath
Bloodless painful stitchings of a lost love
When death decided she was his next victim
Her life will carry on through the dark mist
A cerulean blanket lay upon her thoughts
Her devoted chaliced love left her this night
As his phantasm raises from earth to heaven
(NOTE: thought i'd add this isn't about someone's
lover leaving them, but about a wife's husband
dying, most ppl didn't see that)
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