Her connection to me
Remains to this day, a
Fusillade of astonishment set to the
Rhythm of Ellington like down in
Motown there’s a history a place
Unremitting, her qualms casual so
There’s nothing to be sorry for
Her streets bleed the same color
Of red the same Eucharist I saw
I See before I could see it
Like watching Australis Borealis
Mention the sobriquet of time
Names the scrim of every moment
A diphthong of their voices
Stripped raw before me, life as I
Cross sanguine into a new beginning.
© K. James Ribble
2 thoughts on “I Am Born”
The imagery and metaphors (?) are outstanding! The Force is strong in this one!
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Thank You, David! Much appreciated!