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Country Kid

08 Aug

happy pickneys

|—Country Kid—|

Morning…
growing up
countryside
sun rising behind the gigantic
baobab trees
pets and rodents emerging from
all sorts of crevices

smoke dancing from thatch roofs
the serene smell of moist
burning
firewood
voices of ranting parents
babies crying
metal pans
symphonic clanging
intertwined with blue-bird
chicks choir rehearsals and
honey bee buzzing rhythms
young boys wrestling on fresh
grass dew
young girls chatting and singing
boy gossip salivating their lips
as they stride their way to
the water pool or the
local missionary school
to learn the wizardry hidden
inside English
books

*** Morning…
college madness
urban life
heart attack alarms
hooting honking
chocking smog
no camphor smoke
only toxic exhaust
tyrannosaurus traffic
jams…
tongues
shouting all kinds
of city slurs
malnourished grammar
fashion vulgar
tragically overdone mascara
faces resembling opera actors
tall concrete trees
with stain glass leaves
compressed between cold slabs
of grey steel
blocking life giving
sun beams
with additional sun-screen
lab concocted beach creams
covering choc-tanned bikini skins

Imagine…..
dream of a country kid
moving to the big city
where all life is supposedly
bliss
now his spirit bleeds
mind constantly thinks
sadness sinks deep
yearning for that comfort
sitting in that shade
munching those succulent
Napier grass blades
realizing
the grass is greener
where the heart is
free
at ease
serene sacrosanct
peace

_country kid…

uThadiLe©2012

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3 Comments

Posted by on August 8, 2012 in Poetry & Spoken WOrd

 

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3 responses to “Country Kid

  1. brian miller

    September 5, 2012 at 10:29 am

    the grass is greener where the heart is…its hard too in a transient society where you go where the work takes you…its not easy for sure…and the city textures you capture…the tyranosaur traffic, ha i like the way you put that…

     
  2. Mary

    September 5, 2012 at 11:56 am

    Wow, I was struck by the same words Brian was. “The grass is greener where the heart is free.” Loved the details in your poem. Yes, sometimes what we wish for and yearn for is hard to adjust to when we achieve it….

     
  3. Poet Laundry

    September 6, 2012 at 5:35 am

    Really enjoyed how you have painted this for us. Especially:

    smoke dancing from thatch roofs
    the serene smell of moist
    burning
    firewood

    …a great capture for the senses.

    And:

    young girls chatting and singing
    boy gossip salivating their lips

    …like the way you put that, made me smile.

    And you wrap it all up beautifully.

     

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