Poetic Manifesto (She & He)

Poetic Manifesto (She & He)

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An homage to nature is a must in every Poet’s repertoire. Mine is an abstract featureing the East-Wind and the Sun. She and He dwell lovelily together, a oneness of kailedoscope purportions, an embracing of the inherent strength within a sublimely sung Negro spiritual.

She & He (poem in 4 parts)

 

1.
The wind swifts and the sun whispers secrets
of yesteryear for fear of drifting silently into the night.
“I shall be part of thee and thy treachery (as the Ring
Master, perhaps Bearer). Perhaps I shall be loud as the sea:
her rolling girth bathed in ripples of tsunami proportions –
Shall I?” Ms. East-Wind, she sways to the sound of unseen
rhythms and laughs aloud. The willows glare in awe
of her ability to sway and sway well.

 

The sun, he shines an effervescence whilst the gleam of oil sparkles
in spite of tight-woven plats. Just like a Negro by any other standard.
(His customary nappy now laden with silver balls and money-laid talent.)
He shines. “I could have lit my own way to the depths of heaven – my own
flaming pain as the photo of burning angst knowing wax’s façade
and her affair with the wick – searching for unfounded home;
But will he have invited me in? Will he have invited me in?”
Mr. Sun he smiles a might worthy of giant headlines
in the Times about another Negro crime. He is.

 

2.
Like two yet one,
They are visible spectacles
in an all-too-well-known
Cirque du Soleil.

 

They, too, are hidden
within the depths of silence…
They are integrity personified.

 

3.
(But – what is this? Apathetic
feelings and subdued cries
becoming tears of mellow whines fearing
warring crimes. Yea! their pain
is focused & premised
on love gone amiss. Hope
for one oneness? Where
is this thing called hope?)

 

4.
Water dropped on wings
of gossamer; sun shadowed
and colored reigning

 

grace upon thy glare,
smiles on thee and the doves
flitting by serene

 

representing one
in shades of hued folly,
jolly shaking leaves.

 

And the rain sprinkles
like dust upon the baseboard:
An old Negro cleans…

 

 

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Jacquii Cooke is a Black American Poet from Oak Ridge, Tennessee. Her writings have been featured in both online & print venues. More of her writing may be found at JPiC Forum For Writers, an online Community where open-minded writers of all backgrounds can freely share in the joy of creating literature. Jacquii’s JPiC profile can be found at MsJacquiiC.

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