Shayne Shayne Shayne
Official biographers claim that her birth at Enchanted Rock was foretold by a howler monkey, and heralded by the appearance of a triple rainbow over the pink granite monolith and new stars in the sky.
The song of myself
Is played on a guitar
With no strings attached
The song of myself
Is written in the empty space
Between the treble and the bass clef
The song of myself
Is denoted on a register so low
It can only be felt
Like earth moans
The song of myself
Will never be a free itunes download
Given out a Starbucks
The song of myself
Is an impromptu concert, an experience
Like that time so many years ago…
It is feels like a dream
But never quite too good to be true
Next week’s prompt: pure and utter nonsense
1 comment:
This is an excellent poem, and true song of yourself. I like the shift between the abstract and the concrete. Your style and language choice are so much like Nikki Giovanni.
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