Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

California Prodigal


FOR DAVID P—B

The eye follows, the land
Slips upward, creases down, forms
The gentle buttocks of a young
Giant. In the nestle,
Old adobe bricks, washed of
Whiteness, paled to umber,
Await another century.

Star Jasmine and old vines
Lay claim upon the ghosted land,
Then quiet pools whisper
Private childhood secrets.

Flush on inner cottage walls
Antiquitous faces,
Used to the gelid breath
Of old manors, glare disdainfully
Over breached time.

Around and through these
Cold phantasmatalities,
He walks, insisting
To the languid air,
Activity, music,
A generosity of graces.

His lupin fields spurn old
Deceit and agile poppies dance
In golden riot. Each day is
Fulminant, exploding brightly
Under the gaze of his exquisite
Sires, frozen in the famed paint
Of dead masters. Audacious
Sunlight casts defiance
At their feet.

Submitted: Monday, January 23, 2012

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  • Freshman - 2,309 Points Patricia Grantham (6/17/2013 6:58:00 PM)

    Enjoyed this elegant write. Takes me back to
    days of old. Old landmarks of hills, mountains,
    valleys, etc. has all of the markings of things past.
    They can't be erased by the hands of time. An
    inspiring write. (Report) Reply

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