deepundergroundpoetry.com
AFRICAN LOVE
AFRICAN LOVE
«I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A three whose hungry mouth prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast
A tree that looks at G-od all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray.
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair.
Upon whose bosom snow has lain:
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me.
But only G-od can make a tree
-Joyce Kilmer»
Surrounded by all living things. Contemplating the magnificence of the view with a spiritual eye. All seems so balanced. What holds this cycle together? Animals coexisting - surpassing the food chain they have no superfluous necessities. It is why they are one with Mother Nature. It is why we feel so separate from it. It’s why superficial and natural are opposites. It is why we are superficial creatures. We cannot mix and blend because we are in constant need of more. Living in content is the solution to our rejection. Reintegration into our natural homes, forgetting about our destructive nature, and living at peace within us and around us.
He gave me his number, and the djembe in my heart started pounding.
My smile reached the high branches where the birds sing and the leopards sleep, tickling their voices and dreams. The slow crescendo on the wooden drums slowly come closer to the peak of intensity. The cacophony of the music becomes a fast yet repetitive motion causing dizziness of the heart and the loss of control of all limbs. I try to refrain from pumping in all directions but soon the intensity become so immense, the need to move so uncontrollable, that I tap my foot. This motion, initially performed to calm my urges backfire, and the vibration of that foot slowly mount my leg and suddenly the bottom of my core goes into trans. Before I can even acknowledge what is happening to me I have escaped to another world. My African love is beyond me. Flames of excitement burning around me as I dance to the beat. Like an ancient ritual, I skip from one foot to the other imagining the apes screeching from the trees and the rest of the kingdom joining in to my happiness.
Sometimes my imagination goes to far.
«I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A three whose hungry mouth prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast
A tree that looks at G-od all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray.
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair.
Upon whose bosom snow has lain:
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me.
But only G-od can make a tree
-Joyce Kilmer»
Surrounded by all living things. Contemplating the magnificence of the view with a spiritual eye. All seems so balanced. What holds this cycle together? Animals coexisting - surpassing the food chain they have no superfluous necessities. It is why they are one with Mother Nature. It is why we feel so separate from it. It’s why superficial and natural are opposites. It is why we are superficial creatures. We cannot mix and blend because we are in constant need of more. Living in content is the solution to our rejection. Reintegration into our natural homes, forgetting about our destructive nature, and living at peace within us and around us.
He gave me his number, and the djembe in my heart started pounding.
My smile reached the high branches where the birds sing and the leopards sleep, tickling their voices and dreams. The slow crescendo on the wooden drums slowly come closer to the peak of intensity. The cacophony of the music becomes a fast yet repetitive motion causing dizziness of the heart and the loss of control of all limbs. I try to refrain from pumping in all directions but soon the intensity become so immense, the need to move so uncontrollable, that I tap my foot. This motion, initially performed to calm my urges backfire, and the vibration of that foot slowly mount my leg and suddenly the bottom of my core goes into trans. Before I can even acknowledge what is happening to me I have escaped to another world. My African love is beyond me. Flames of excitement burning around me as I dance to the beat. Like an ancient ritual, I skip from one foot to the other imagining the apes screeching from the trees and the rest of the kingdom joining in to my happiness.
Sometimes my imagination goes to far.
Published 25th Jun 2013
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 1
comments 2
reads 71
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
25th Jun 2013 6:25pm
25th Jun 2013 6:29pm
