kizza michael

Rookie - 30 Points (27-04-85 / kampla, uganda)

Her Music - Poem by kizza michael

Her Music

They tried to sound like her
for my listening:
wave lamentations of slow hooves,
The crash of bones on dark snow roads,
sang in autumn leaves for farewells:
never like her.

they sounded like
eagles that sadden all the evening air,
or like factories of steel.
my last appeals;
Before [the] music of your interest, as thought;
Bridge your voice lids together.

so that,
hollow rocks don't valley in.
The gluttonous lapping of your sounds waves,
blocks my lighten thought.
Her music, is a Whisper of the grass;
a singing bird in the desert.
The warbling of river Nile.

The rest u sound like 1994 of Rwanda in my eyes.
The orchestral noises of October nights
Blowing () symphonetic storms
Of startled clarions ()
Drums, rumbling and rolling thunderous and () .

her music is gentle and loving.
a bed of my thoughts.

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  • (4/16/2008 1:56:00 PM)


    this one is seriously a very good one (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 4, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 21, 2008


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