He'd wink at me.
Vivid light, Smiles so bright,
Mangrove, Sea and Cotton Tree,
A time I learnt to think in ways,
My parents never taught me.
I felt dis-ease with christian,
Colonial rigidity;
Life of white constriction,
Just not satisfactory.
Eastern neighbours,
In an African locality.
Fulani 'servant’ Abdulai,
With ancient noble dignity,
No preacher or teacher,
Could match his authenticity.
He’d call my father 'master’,
Then he’d wink at me.
needs more work....
Sorry for hogging the page, just tweaking!
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Cory Garcia
11aNope its perfect!
Cory Garcia
11aThis is awesome!!!
'stiltskin
11aWow thanks man, I think I have a lot to write but its hard to call the balance between laying it down quick or losing some of the honesty in exchange for 'better' poetry.
I turned bits of my biog in to a couple of poems and rewrote the biog as a basic timeline.
I wish there was some kind of forum on this site with open chat to share comments and ideas more easily?'stiltskin
Richard Walker
11aThis is good and I'd like to see more...there is a big subject here, with much to expand on, but I do like it as it is, there is so much more in that 'wink' invisible words, they are there in the story and don't need to be written down....