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Rajani wants us to write poems about poetry…LOL. 🙂
Soul Poetry (1/10/13)
I eat the words baked in your mud heart
I drink in your puddle of juices
flowing from your mouth
Poetry cries out in her veins. Clawing to be let out in verses reeking of firewood smoke seen above the thatched roofs of the village at sunset. Mothers are busy preparing the evening meal. Above the din of bleating goats and barking of stray dogs in heat, the wailing of hungry children can be heard.
thirsty and crazy I gulp your words
soothing my virgin soil
I crave for more
He is oblivious to the silence that gradually settles on the village. Mouths are busy chewing and throats are belching out the satisfaction of meals well digested. Under the fading glint of the twilight, they eat love, their meal for the night.
feed me nectar
from your spring
soul poetry
© Celestine Nudanu 21/11/17Links for Haiku Rhapsodies:
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Oh wow.. this is so vivid and passionate..loved it! The village scene, the soul poetry… thanks so much for sharing this !!!
My pleasure, as always. 🙂
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lovw still lingers on the tongue
tasting faith
Thanks my friend.
Wow! So passionate! Love the scenes.
Sumana, thank you. 🙂
Is the ink spilling its life blood feeding the page?
Nourishing the eyes, brain and soul of the reader?
I would have to say… yes!
Ow, thank you so much Jules. Glad this impacted on you. 🙂
Passionate, and with hints of eroticism – marvelous 🙂
Thank you Eric. Grateful you came by. 🙂