Loving
Saturday mornings
when there’s coffee
and sun showers
filtering through old windows
when it’s clean
when there’s flow
when I’m writing
while the house is still, quiet.
When age-old griots inspire
and new-age poets remember
we share our tales and stories
make them tall and personal
women writing
remembering
sharing
flowing
my ancestors dance inside me
beckon me to finish
welcome me to the circle
“the floor is yours”, they say
“you, yes you”
the oldest sway
nods yes
no words are spoken
no need
the middlers hold court
we make merriment
Our dresses laugh
make sport of rainbows
for we are so much more colorful and beautiful
radically unscripted
even in our quiet
in our regaling
we affirm each other
our individual might
our stealth
our silent strength
We are power
yet it’s me
who’s made anew.
your writing is beautiful – 🙂 great work here!
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Why, thank you! Thanks for visiting. More to come. I gandered over to your site because it popped up in my search results on Mari Evans. I learned a lot more about her work than I knew prior to finding you. Thank you.
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well I am honored to hear that – and that is a very popular post for me. and Mari was such a great writer! ❤ ❤
and I am glad our paths have crossed in the blog world – here's to a fun year in 2015 –
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Beautiful, and graceful. Lovely!
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Thanks, my dear!
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Our dresses laugh
Yes, that line all the way through. Love this my Empress, it sings.
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🙂 Thanks Valentine! Yes, our dresses laugh! Dance Woman, Dance. (Hope to catch up on ALL my blog reading over the Thanksgiving break.)
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Love this! Brought a smile to my face as I also enjoy my Saturday mornings.
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Lakisha,
Good Sunday afternoon to you! Sorry about the delay. I did read your comment as soon as I received it. I appreciate your taking the time to read and commenting. No day quite like Saturday! Glad you enjoyed this.
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lyrical and danceable education.
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Thank you Toby! Glad it resonated this way with you.
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