I'm in a poetry class right now, so I've revised a few poems and written several others. I won't post all of them, because I admit sometimes I jot down whatever comes to mind 1/2 an hour before class and that is just sad. This is a poem I've posted earlier, but revised, and I think it is better now.
Africa
Alpha and Omega, I'm somewhere in between
Buried underneath greys
Come, find me if you can
Dialated pupils and hazy starlight
Evolve into more colors
Far away from normal evolution
Gigantic leaps and even bigger tears
Hydrangias forgetting to bloom
I can't see past today
Just my blood in battle flowing right now
Kenyan sunbeams from my heart to yours
Let them in, if you can
Magic show confetti falling from my waiting children’s eyes
Neglect the puddles and they go away
Omega back to Alpha, I'm somewhere far between
Pretending I'm closer to home than I think
Querying the leaves for answers
Remembering how they used to be great
Solemn eyes of wives watching them fall
Twisting, turning, like me in the wind
Unforgiving and uninviting tundras
Violence bursting from under them
Wayward paths spelling their stories with cracks
eXhale, inhale, do it again
Yellow and blue promises sink with the sun
Zulu warriors marching back home.
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