"The wind is the pounding of my heart"
So much detail and so finite beautiful
The wind charms even the most dutiful.
It's chosen hope and promise fulfillment.
Gentle instilling sound at that moment,
Silent meditation and absorbed in thought.
The world ebullient heart it has brought
Prodigious place of grace in poetic pleasure.
It brings me close joining in its leisure
Immerse under waves within, forgetting
Who I am, a glorious thing, and unforgetting.
8/18/2022
Writing Challenge - Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form Poetry Contest
3. "The wind is the pounding of my heart."
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
unforgetting, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Addiction
Luscious black
Captivating, intoxicating, alluring
A swirled aroma
Stimulating, invigorating, unforgetting
My bitter-sweet
Coffee
-Nov.10, 2019
Categories:
unforgetting, addiction,
Form: Diamante
The path that is chosen
It will lead to discoveries
The mind set that is founded
It will lead the way
Capturing those rare moments
Unforgetting what you are
Formulating those necessary goals
Uncompromising your beliefs
The nearer it gets
It becomes much better
The faster it rises
It becomes much smoother
Assumptions are outdated
Unproductivity is for the losers
Appreciation is expected
Unconditional loyalty is waiting
Categories:
unforgetting, africa, age, character, confidence,
Form: Free verse
His hair is alive,
serpents writhing, a man Medusa of the tropics,
as if he wore the demons
of colonialism and injustice on his head,
unforgetting,
a dung-brown-and-black hologram of
the ganja-fueled reveries inside,
the broken record of fight and redemption in his ears
masked by an ancient face, all taut leather,
placid with a sheen of absorbed light.
Bloodshot eyes, not insomniac,
but from the weight of things that, once seen,
cannot be unseen,
scleras color-coding history,
the blood of dead slaves on white.
Yet the heat-chilled island calls a daily truce.
In the shade of the commodious palm tree,
the bleach of sun cordoned by a shower of shadows,
even the gluttony of Babylon
and the promise of Zion can share a siesta.
Looking out to the silvering sea beyond the beach,
exchanging a patois-scented greeting
with two passing brethren whose hair hang like roots,
he puts fire to a fat, white-jacketed spliff,
herb smoke curling up,
rising,
rising,
a slow exodus up into the dusty fronds above,
hung with the fruits
of a tender mantra as,
ever,
the spirit of Marley
sings.
Categories:
unforgetting, culture, history, memory, slavery,
Form: Free verse
answers
to what
question
upsetting
unforgetting
me being an a**h**e
just asking
lunar probing
mad as you are
is mad as me
crazy
loco
loca in your laugh
laughing in your smiles
smiling that i am a fool
old school romance by chance
writing and citing poems owned
by me but written for you
you are
sick in health
let me help cure you
me
sick in head
welcoming you instead
dead i was
swearing dead
until you filled
me with eyes
and smiles
and laughter
after all
after all that
i forget what upset
me forgetting to upset
nothing now in memory
just you
Categories:
unforgetting, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Look at the swallow
sounding the promise of rain
with silent trumpeting of flying shallow
while the bitter sunlight brings stain.
Look at the concrete forest
turning vile hearts of men to stone
with the race to no rest
while blind to wounds inflicted to the bone.
Look at the choices unjustly made
to impress by assumed wisdom
with a mask one day to fade
while wisdom stumbles over married knowledge and boredom.
Look at the mysterious skies
proclaiming what is bigger than vanity
with gentle light telling no lies
while stubborn kingdoms lose all sanity.
Look at the pondering people
among the slums of scorched life
with desire of the mercy of a crossed steeple
while receiving crucifying glances worsening their strife.
Look at how the past
stands out with a fist clenched
with iniquity passed on to children of last
while forgiveness from others by unforgetting hands is wrenched.
Categories:
unforgetting, absence, truth, war, wisdom,
Form: Quatrain