black is the color of my true love's hair
chocolate coats your skin
your great-grandfathers hammered tin for the molds
my great-grandfathers poured their chocolates in
same men
their very different great-grandchildren
meet at a slam in a ghetto
where we have the luxury to explore the words of a privileged genius
which is nothing next to your luxury to explore enduring pain
reverently, though, we both write
and solemnly we both speak
and cautiously we both accept
each others' seeds of care
so I pray
I have a nephew who was a rising star in the urban word community of NYC back in the day, and I would often go to the competitions he was in. I wrote this after one of those events.
Very interesting @owasco
Did you KNOW Dean Moriarty? I wish I had.
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No, only on discord. He would have conversations with the bot, and I chimed in a couple times. He was gone soon after I met him.
I've chatted with the bot too, first in "Powerhouse Creatives/Lifestyle Lounge" now He is in the Terminal as well I think.
That's the one. I think there's a wales bot in lifestyle lounge. Have you tried that?
Yes, and in the Terminal as well
Let feelings to flow through poetry ❤️
That first line, is the first line of a sing that I live to sing.
I love your poetry xxxxx
Likewise love, likewise.
Interesting explanation at the end. I was trying to connect the poem to something more concrete while reading it, but couldn’t quite. The story about your nephew really helps.
You really captured the slam style and rhythm well in the opening. I definitely hear this being performed.
Great observation! I don't remember much about writing this, but I don't think that was intentional. This is a great example of how, given room to write itself, a poem will connect more deeply. Something like that! wow so glad you saw that. I like this poem even more now! It's downright genius! Maybe I will perform it at an open mic sometime.
Sometimes a tiny bit said, opens the reader's peripheral vision. Thank you so much for reading my poems so closely.
I’m beginning to see that.
It’s funny, the assumptions we make as readers. Had I read that poem without having had any interactions with you here, I would have made certain assumptions and guesses at certain meanings, but having had interactions with you here, the way I wanted to read the poem didn’t quite connect to the images I have of you, so the explanation at the end was a big help.
I often like to write in first person while thinking of other people/characters, even in short poems, so I can imagine that it might be confusing trying to make meaning of my poems if you always connect that first person reading to what you know about me.
Verses of family ties and blood chains with DNA, are woven together forging a love of a lifetime.
Thanks for sharing.
Good day.
This poem had a soul beat one can almost hear. 😎
Lovely comment! Thanks!