Her Music - Poem by kizza michael
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.
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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