Across green hippoed river bed I heed your call,
Thumping through my brain´s foggy ageing wall,
Over the distance of childhood memories, turned to dust,
Reflected within archaic tears of the elephants musth,
Thudding dully on my dark, scratched, echoed soul,
Left long behind, a booming vacant endless hole,
Behind tented sleeping lids, I feel the blistered beat,
The ancient music in my head, stirring my heart, urging my feet,
To sway to the chattering of slapped skin on hand,
To the whispering tongue of the throbbing land,
I feel the caressing kiss of zephyr’s dusty breath,
While dancing in my head to ecstasy’s sweet death,
It was there I left the child behind; where the bush voice strums,
But the scars remaining deep, are of long-gone African drums.
© Sue Lobo
Excerpt from the book “Poetic Melodies”
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Preface . . .
There is a human language that encompasses the globe, regardless of race, color, creed or country. Much the same way as laughter or tears, or any of our human emotions. When we see someone laugh, there is a universal language that is communicated by all of us. We know they are happy. Just as when we see someone crying, it is generally accepted to mean they are, most likely, sad. However, the language I am referring to goes beyond the sight of emotions, and runs deeper than the tear streaked lines of a sad face. I am speaking of a language that can penetrate to the deepest depths of the human psyche, it can be felt in the beating of our hearts and it can leave us soaring among our dreams.
This universal language is music.
Upon these waves of sound we can find our spirits lifted to the heavens, we can feel the beats and the rhythms in our beings and we are moved by the vibrations. We may become lost in a memory or a moment of time may be singled out by the distinct patterns and oscillations of a melody. We may gather by the thousands to listen to this music together or we may be alone in our rooms, or be dancing with our friends or cuddling with our love, but the universal language of music expands human communication beyond the normal realm. It propels us into the wavelengths of our souls, and it is there that we become in tune, we find our harmonies, and we recognize that there is a true power in music.
The poetry included in this book seeks to capture that essence and tap into that power. These are the lines of communication opened and inspired by the universal language called music.
Christopher Allen Breidinger, Author
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