![]() Bleak HillsA Poem by Daniel WashingtonThe bleak hills are treacherous What they mean is not clear, and I follow in fear Of missing a beauty or forgetting a song I cannot enjoy what I never enjoy And when cheeky it acts, I have to react With a swinging of hips or a licking of lips And twenty minutes know all my worth They cannot contain it, never in verse But in spiralling contructions of ice Into the open jowls of jazz All else is fading, the piano is raging And melody fails to fight back (Jazz from the sky, and not from the streets) Away from jazz and into the dawn of the down right Avant guarde Melody fights back I ask you; if this were the case and my pulse not accelerated, and my heart doesn't race then why do I see above those bleak hills of yours Sky from blue to green Weather from fair to mean We tumble, and lose ourselves A different bird will sing A different rain she will bring The rain of rebirth, heavy and terrifying
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Added on May 4, 2015 Last Updated on May 4, 2015 Author![]() Daniel WashingtonMilton Keynes, United KingdomAboutHello! I'm Daniel; - I like to write. Sometimes I do it well, other times I don't, which I suppose is only fair. For the past 5 or so years I've been working on a novel. Currently only at novella l.. more..Writing
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