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She is...



Gentle mouth moving in songs of life
carries her joy and strain upon balmy seas
dusk veiled deltas of floods and flows
where Nile runs like blood from beating heart
and skin sends drumbeats of nature;

mighty soaring mountains rise curving into skies
over yawning savannahs, where she harvests
and roars in the night, to bear and feed young

and she is falling waters massive and strong
the dense canopy that breathes for the world
and the nest of mighty oceans quarreling at her feet
competing for her windy laughter and cool touch;
Africa was the womb of mankind, first tears shed
for lost children and unfeeling man.

Moon witnesses the climb and descent
great and small come to dust; and Africa
shone like the sun,  brilliant lights
eclipsed by want,  pain and neglect,
sometimes baleful, sometimes glad; always eyes
upon worlds of her children’s children

Africa, first and last.
Made by will to persist
faith upon prayers, and hope upon her lips
calling her blessings, come home.




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  • Mallig gold member
    June 15

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    Beautiful, rich, sad, hopeful, brilliant. Congratulations on the silver!


  • Rowan gold member
    June 15

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    No wonder this won silver, I'll have to go read gold now..
    Such gorgeous imagery and rhythm, congratulations!


  • Canto-Brasileiro
    June 15

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    Congratulations with the silver!
    This is indeed a wonderful poem, where you have shown the colours of Africa, its sound and sights as well as its pain and sorrow. There is such a passion on your voice, passion to the Black Great Woman called Africa.
    Excellent.

    Mari


  • poet2angels silver member
    June 15

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    SIgh I see why this won silver...
    Congrats on a splendid piece once again..Always a joy to read you, PK

    Lynda


  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    June 15

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    A stunning poetic voice....this is Africa, yes... How much longing is felt here....how absolutely gorgeous the images...

  • JustBreathe gold member
    June 15

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    "Africa, first and last.
    Made by will to persist
    faith upon prayers, and hope upon her lips
    calling her blessings, come home."

    How beautifully you have spoken of Africa ... the land of my ancestors ... the spirit of a land that still courses thru my veins. Your vivid words and images let me experience her in all her glory and let me hear her sing her "songs of life". An amazing piece!


  • Gaze silver member
    June 15
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    Beautiful voice to Africa, made me think of Senghor


  • Cannonsfire silver member
    June 15

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    Amazing, gorgeous and just sings but then you would know that it would to me C


  • ardentMarch gold member
    June 15

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    "hope upon her lips"

    this poem is excellent....so beautiful & written so well...bookmarking this one..

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