Of Slavery Rain...

its tormentous falls
plaited the the leaves and trees with watery coiffeur
it made them mumble.it made them murmur.
it made them grumble.it made them stumble.
it made them fumble.it made them crumble.
it made them (mask wearily) humble.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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Chitra - 29 October 2009
a strong theme...with a strong message well expressed through resonant images
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Tolulope Akinwole 29 October 2009
astonishing use of language. the poem speaks softly, silently, rhythmically, but STRONGLY.10 for it.
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