"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, January 3, 2014

Jali - Kora

Jali - Kora
play the song
of our ancestors.

Write yesterday
on my heart
so I won’t forget

the blood hymn
of those who
formed my lips.

Let me hear
the sun playing
through strings

carrying the melodies
of Mother Africa’s
fertile womb.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Sabu Yerkoy means thanks to God

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Margaret said...

…the blood hymn. Wow. Powerful write.

Vandana Sharma said...

Lovely song to sing... happy 2014

blueoran said...

You climbed into the music and found a homeward path in it. The human diaspora all looks back to Mother Africa here. Yes.

Robert Bourne said...

you captured wonderfully ... every line hits the mark.. great write...

Marian said...

ahh, this is so pleasing in its brevity. so thoughtful.

Mama Zen said...

Wow. This is just gorgeous!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautiful, Susie. One of my favourites of yours....."the melodies of Mother Africa's fertile womb."

Helen said...

Love the depth in your words, the wisdom, the emotion.

Heaven said...

I love the ending lines, what a lovely response to the mother's native music and drums ~

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is just superb, Susie. You have really evoked the spirit of Africa through your word choice and descriptions.

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