The AudienceA Poem by Gionelly KissPerformance Poetry (Poetry Slam Assignment)...inspired by Massive Image by Robert Motherwell.A wave passes through, Pulling me along: Where am I going? Where have I been? It’s the audience: calling out to me" From Nature’s own bosom, so I see. Whirlwinds of emotion…disappear Into mounds and copious fields of black Splashed upon with blood-red tears Of crying children thrown upon Sadly crumbling smoke-stacked cities. Then, I turn from the tempestuous Images of death and destruction And tunnel through walls of fear" A puzzle of my own intermingling In the crimson blood of lost Freedom" Sniffing for the cheese: Composed of Mother Nature’s Liberty. On the edges of Man’s own Creation, Mother Nature cries out: To Her children sinking in black holes of doom. I wish them success! I wish they return… I hear Nations crying “We’ll prevail!” I hear Nations crying on their own… While Man’s own doom Encircle and imprisons all… The pressure is too great then! I cannot breathe inside this cave! I rush to escape the iron claw of Man, I rush to reach Nature’s gentle paws, But the gate begins to close upon me. As I reach the field of white, I scream; and my scream is not mine But screams of generations before Oppressed by this dark cloud. I gasp again, And suddenly I am there: Rewarded by warm and gentle Beams of light that lift me" Carry me over the bones of Those who tried to break away" Allowing me to catch my breath, Before dipping me in pools Of creamy white, And laying me on fields Of promised fluffy white; Where upon I bask in Glory… © 2010 Gionelly KissAuthor's Note
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Added on March 14, 2010Last Updated on March 14, 2010 AuthorGionelly KissColumbus, GAAbout¡Hola! Soy una Boriqua que le ENCANTA escribir poemas tanto en Español, mi lengua natal, como Ingles. ¡Por favor, disfruten! Hello! I am a puertorriqueña (of Puerto Rico) .. more..Writing
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