BURKINA FASO | Friday, 23 February 2007 | Views [183] | Comments [2]
earth's limbs are heavy with the weight of almost ripe mangoes, birth dangling over the dusty desolate streets, i find dreams in my sleep.
the sweet air of burkina deep
in my mind.
the morning drinks of syrup milk and an undefined sun: divine
adoring the flourescent green of banana leaves goats feast on the garbage and forage ignoring
what their meat is worth
while rythms weave through the relaxed evolution of fruits
a steady drum a midday flute
the tune attepts to mute
the rapid dilution of our ancestors
softly forgotten
by the accidental heart of
new roots
Tags: Culture
the poetry that comes as we travel other landsthe dreams that surface from deep withini am so grateful you are sharing thembeautiful beautiful beautiful friend.......i love you
Tricia Mar 14, 2007 8:49 AM
I can feel you.I prepare a raid Brussels to Kinshasa.So I am spending a lot of time in front of my "tan screen" on internet.Was searching for Insurance companies.Then a few clicks later here I am.We dont know each other.I enjoyed your assembled letters.But I mostly FELT the poetry frm within your soul and spirit.Take this: !(an invisible flower frm me to you)Lol!Frm Brussels where I still am today Aug 11th 2009.I programmed Burkina on my itinerary.Will see.
KATA Aug 11, 2009 10:45 AM
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