(1934 / Birmingham, Alabama United States)

Under a Soprano Sky

once i lived on pillars in a green house
boarded by lilacs that rocked voices into weeds.
i bled an owl's blood
shredding the grass until i
rocked in a choir of worms.
obscene with hands, i wooed the world
with thumbs
while yo-yos hummed.
was it an unborn lacquer i peeled?
the woods, tall as waves, sang in mixed
tongues that loosened the scalp
and my bones wrapped in white dust
returned to echo in my thighs.

i hear a pulse wandering somewhere
on vague embankments.
O are my hands breathing? I cannot smell the nerves.
i saw the sun
ripening green stones for fields.
O have my eyes run down? i cannot taste my birth.

2.

now as i move, mouth quivering with silks
my skin runs soft with eyes.
descending into my legs, i follow obscure birds
purchasing orthopedic wings.
the air is late this summer.

i peel the spine and flood
the earth with adolescence.
O who will pump these breasts? I cannot waltz my tongue.

under a soprano sky, a woman sings,
lovely as chandeliers.

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ongues that loosened the scalp and my bones wrapped in white dust returned to echo in my thighs.../// great poetic expression
I added Today, " Canser Cri for yourself is getting out of hope.We have to distinguish all the colors of man from race language.For a better world
i hear a pulse wandering somewhere on vague embankments. O are my hands breathing? I cannot smell the nerves. again and again your poems attract me. tony
Such a great write by Sonia Sanchez👍👍👍
A beautiful poem starting with so elegant promises passes through crests of emotions and lovely imageries and suddenly falls through a trough, it resembles a sine curve of the heart. However it, s a lovely crafted poem. 10 for it. Thanks and congrats for the POD.
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