God Grows The Poet
Who Plants Words Sweet
God Knows The Poet
of Beautiful Speech...
Who, We Had For A Time
Held Like A Pink Ribboned Posy
But Is Now Lain Unto
A Bouquet Bed of Red Roses...
As We Bewail The Day
Yearning To Banish Death's Bowman
Whose Arrows Have Now Pierced...
'A Phenomenal Woman' *
And Now, All and 'I Know
Why The Caged Bird Sings' ***
For We've Lost Dearest - Maya
A Black-Pearl, Poet-Queen! ...
And Her Words Are For Whispers
To God's Winds and Blue Skies
Who Desires To Hear Her Say
'and Still... I Rise...' **
She Was A Poet of Great Passion
Shown In Her Poems and Prose
Powerful In Her Visions
Yet Gentle Eye-Views Like A Doe's
O' God Bless That Poet
Whose Voice Refreshed Us Like Dew
And May We Write Poems Together
In Paradise... me & Maya Angelou...
* * * *
In Memoriam & Honor To:
Maya Angelou
4/ 4/ 1928 - 5/ 28/ 2014
Written & Copyrighted ©: 5/29/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem