Snapshots
Celebrating Nikki Giovanni
people forget... poetry in not just words on a page... it is...
a snowflake on your tongue... a tattoo on the inside of your arm....a dashiki and a kaftan...
tripping down the streets of Lincoln Heights... shouting from the hills of Knoxville, Tennessee
poetry is...barbecue....cotton candy....purple skin beets from Daddy's garden...
blues... the Birdland jazz club....Sunday morning gospel... chasing justice.... freedom...
poetry is remembering the things that matter...the ones you love...
when night come softly...like ripples on a pond
--Chris Colderley
(From Out of Wonder)
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