sweet is the stillness that welcomes dawn bird calls heralding the sun sunrise over the river each ripple of water reflecting new palettes of color more dazzling than the last one day closer to fulfillment of Ancestral dreams sweetness is endless expanse of blue sky overhead unobstructed rays of light wide-winged birds soaring above in gentle arcs seated on a low stump in a logging battlefield at the edge of dense forest with quiet certitude in the end, the trees will win the sweet life is old folk humming softly in the porch shade of a hot day the harmony of rocking chair creak back and forth back and forth like waves on the shoreline the ebb and flow of sea-foam tickling toes soft sighs of sleeping baby rise and fall of tiny chest against one much broader, deeper made wise by many rises and falls and rise again reincarnation of sweetness washes away residue of stolen sugar cane silver spoon rounding empty teacup stuffy sitting room disintegrating pages of false narratives penned by subdued spirits and rotten teeth engulfed in London fog the sweetest sweetness is time measured by music’s cadence ground pulsating with rhythm beloved bodies vibrating with bass line in the darkness atmosphere thick with cologne perfume musk dancing lovers melded in movement hands pressed in passion on back and waist face burrowed in the safe space between earlobe and neck hollow aching with sweetness of what’s to come the deep sweetness is Full Moon lighting night's velvet canvas amidst crowds of sparkling stars illuminating bolts of brilliant lightning backed by thunder's boom night air animated with frog and cricket symphony soft droplets dampen ground and skin still warmed by afterglow of summer's heat the deepest sweetness is soft flicker of candleglow casting shadows on nightfall lighting ancient memory drumbeats calling in the distance the knowledge that even when alone we are never alone spirit swelling with faith and love unmistakable whisper of ori at peace yes, you are on the right path burn the blood-soaked cane fields We got all the sweetness we need
Thank you my antiracist fairy godmother! Honored you were moved. And yes agreed re: formatting -- I'm still figuring out the nuances of when it does/not show up correctly on different platforms/devices.
I love that this poem was formatted correctly in my email - hope others got to see that instead of the paragraph above. Reading this really moved me deeply; I felt the shifts in mood and the sweetness becoming even sweeter throughout the poem. Thank you, Katherine, for these wonderful images , re-memberances and inspirations!
This was beautiful and so moving. I could really feel the ebbs and flows of each line. I got lost in the meaning of each paraphrase. The shocking was the reason for the writing. Sugar the death of many in the end and where it all started. Just like salt it takes life away but it can also save lives in termoil. At the opposite ends of the spectrum of life yet needed to give life to our salvation.
Thank you my antiracist fairy godmother! Honored you were moved. And yes agreed re: formatting -- I'm still figuring out the nuances of when it does/not show up correctly on different platforms/devices.
I love this Katherine. So sweet, like you.
I love that this poem was formatted correctly in my email - hope others got to see that instead of the paragraph above. Reading this really moved me deeply; I felt the shifts in mood and the sweetness becoming even sweeter throughout the poem. Thank you, Katherine, for these wonderful images , re-memberances and inspirations!
Beautiful and authentically sweet!
❤🙏🏿🙏🏽🙏🏼🙏🏻🙏🏿❤
thank you Mama <3
This was beautiful and so moving. I could really feel the ebbs and flows of each line. I got lost in the meaning of each paraphrase. The shocking was the reason for the writing. Sugar the death of many in the end and where it all started. Just like salt it takes life away but it can also save lives in termoil. At the opposite ends of the spectrum of life yet needed to give life to our salvation.