For O.S.I. Prompt- Word
Blood
In heavy labor
I'd conceived
In that season
My Spirit
Jumped the tracks
Tender eyes
While they were raised
Watched
A new formation
Yet mine,
Were often glazed
We, like seedlings
Scattered,
Growing in the garden
Flowers budding
Lean towards the sun
It goes beyond blackness
It goes beyond whiteness
For it's either Able
Or the Spirit of Cane
Cause your just not
Paying,
Race no honor-
Our lungs, energized
With the power of this world
Youth
Like seedlings scattered
Gazes back, it's the same
In stature, as one another
Lacking foresight
And often wisdom
To set things right
Our Spirit
Pumps the blood
Runs through our veins
Red is the color
From whence
We devour our brother
It goes beyond blackness
It goes beyond whiteness
For it's either Able
Or the Spirit of Cane
Cause your just not
Paying,
Race no honor-
The Son of Man
It's been proclaimed
Upon the earth
Where He'd been slain
Covered under darkness
Raised
The chief Cornerstone
And if we were but,
To look upon-
Our mortal souls
He would transform-
10 comments:
Deep and majestic words. Excellent.
I really enjoyed this one - thank you for sharing it.
Powerful words..."And if we were but,
To look upon-, Our mortal souls, He would transform-" I love this piece. It speaks of so much about humanity and emotions and spirituality.
Oh to be so transformed. Beautiful poem.
How lovely this is - thoughtful, provocative and powerful.
I enjoyed the motion of this poem, like sailing over the ocean. Oh to be transformed by one gaze, it seems to take a life time.
beautiful
Nice, very nice
Thanks to all for your really encouraging comments-
very strong and wonderful words...
and i didnt really mean to speak about anyone's skin in my post.. :)
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