In the middle of nowhere

In the middle of nowhere

A Poem by Danelkahr

In the middle of nowhere

 

In the middle of nowhere,

we read the written

message on the face

of the sky.

 

On an idyll joyride, a

mental journey was

taken ten thousand

years before time.

 

Standing on the firm

of humankind, relentless

souls traded the source

of being.

 

In the commonness of

humankind, origins of

the wings of faith

loaded present day

with anger.

 

Ten thousand years

after life, Africa in

their soul, sang a

battered song of

shame.

 

In avariety of emotions

the boasting green forest

sang songs of life in a

different tune.

 

Our temper take over our

minds walking the street

from dusk to dawn.

"Sleepimg in open fields

with no sinlge incident"

 

As night drifted by, the stars

shone brightly and started to

fade through the coming moon.

 

Paging through centries, wings

of concern flew us back to the

moment once shared.

 

With minds carrying more words

that can't be spoken.

 

Crazy in love with nature, ocassionally

entrapped in feelings; forgetting words

that serenade simple hearts.

 

In the middle of nowhere life and

death became inseparable from

the next moment of memories.

 

Felt a sudden rush in my heart

what sounded like a silenced

scream that whispered through

howling winds of winter nights.

 

From the burnt moment of

yesterday a thunderous laughter

of fear bursted my heart out

for I was ;

 

In the middle of nowhere going

down memory lane.

© 2011 Danelkahr


Author's Note

Danelkahr
lost a dream that left me wondering lonely in thoughts as i try to recall it.

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Danelkahr
Danelkahr

Polokwane, Mankweng, South Africa



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i'm reflected through the eyes of those who share a smile upon my sad moments. i'm the what you see is what you get kind. mostly i'm the soul from the african heart. more..

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A Poem by Danelkahr