Tuesday, April 7, 2015

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OF ANCESTORS
one of these days, i’ll write about that place,
of my ancestors; that place of clouds canopy,
gilded, tasselled, canopy of jewelled nectars;
here they call them stars, nectars flow forth,
from the tips of radiance, spilling forth gods,
whose shape and form, gods only know of;
humans have yet to discover beauty of eternity
a life time sphere; eternity exists for the pleasure
of the one they refer to as good, pleasure he
spelled from the breath of his vast milky way;
not the way we read a poem, oh no not like that
how then? dont ask me that, i cannot tell; will Alice?
who Alice? she doesn't hesitate, when to eat or follow;
i’ll follow him then; who? whom? will you follow when?
enough! when is enough? tis not for pondering, this;
tis for sheer fantasy this, so read on;
if only i did continue on to write, and write,
and write those thoughts, of ancestors. there
is no colour in this po..e...m there is only sparkle.


Written for the prompt today at
Poems In April DAY SEVEN - The Tuesday Platform, a prompt-free poem, today anything goes....

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

18 comments:

  1. In Africa, the ancestors are an important part of culture, not to be forgotten but revered.

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    1. oh yes indeed Kerry, happy you dropped in, coming over to read yours

      much love...

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    1. thanks for dropping in Sanaa

      much love...

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    2. "one of these days, i’ll write about that place,
      of my ancestors... write, and write,
      and write those thoughts, of ancestors. there
      is no colour in this po..e...m there is only sparkle." This is just lovely

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    3. thank you for your appreciation Debbie

      much love...

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  3. one of these days is today... ~

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    1. (◕‿◕。) happy you dropped in grapeling

      much love...

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  4. Our old are to be remember with food and tears and song and dance and pain and glory... They are what we will become... and if we forget them, the same will happen to us and to what our children could become... So let's write on and dance and story-tell...

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    1. Ah yes Magaly, while we remember, while we write, life is creating note stories

      Thanks for dropping in

      Much love...

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  5. I am in awe-of the sparkle!

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    1. Thanks Ella, happy you dropped in

      Much love...

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  6. One thinks of the place of your ancestors as both a place on Earth and rather heavenly--thanks Gillena. k. (Manicddaily)

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    1. Happy you dropped in K (◕‿◕。)

      much love...

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  7. In a discussion group meeting this weekend, our topic is ancestors. Maybe I'll read them this poem! So magickal yet ambivalent.

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  8. sure you can (◕‿◕。) thanks for your appreciation

    much love...

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  9. I, too, cannot know the place or the people, but in my imagination they are constellations, spill outs of the milky way--and--your words definitely leave them sparkling!

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    1. thank you for your appreciation Susan

      much love...

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