Robert Dummett Poems

At home in his village a son of the soil
Sits fingering the scar of a memory.
He tries clearing his misty mind
To exorcise yesterday's ghost
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Today with thanks you adorn this home,
Rubbing voices to curl in shells of ears
While hearts dance like electricity,
Lighting the gates of heaven -
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Cane cuts across a braid of bamboo,
Blades unsheathe match no machete
Threads of sweet sap strip naked,
Tantalize taste buds in rainbow colours
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A salmon sun slips shifting the setting,
When like a light love sheds radiance
On life's dark days casting clouds to bay,
And from a parched peak water falls white roaring
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Once entranced, mountains naked and stony
Run for miles rolling in lanes
Where clouds are hats on heads of peaks.
Dry like an Arab state in Ramadan,
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Saw you struggle with the fading of the light -
Saw you grasp the handle of this life;
Heard you whisper words that wing in flight -
Felt your prayers pierce all souls with strife.
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From the bowels of destitute and despair,
A nation sits on the brink tottering
Like a cripple beaten and broken
Into submission, powerless as a
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Through a vapour of tears he fixed his
Eyes on me and watered those desert years,
Years that cloaked years in untold mystery,
To prise my soul from the web of time;
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Dawn cracks with shouts of thunder,
And shoots a string of pellets
Dotting my frosted pane.
You hardly spot the beads
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I remember those spunky days
of youth when we snoozed in early morn
ere the clang of church bells beat those drums,
and Gombo Li Li decked in birthday suit spouting
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