The Ride

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The rising sun disarms veiled night like
a knuckle up spine, it spreads rapture
divine. We are but dust, yet glowing
in our descent to the floor, and
when I settle in the corner, I’ll
taste eternal bliss, under velvet gravity, I’ll
know my place, and praise the ride.

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Today Grace hosts Meet the Bar at dVerse for the last time before we go on winter break. I chose to write a Kwansaba poem. The defining features of the Kwansaba are:
•a celebration of family and African-American culture, a praise poem.
•a septastich, a poem in 7 lines.
•measured by 7 words in each line.
•written with no word exceeding 7 letters.

Published by Tricia Sankey

Plays with words in her free time.

33 thoughts on “The Ride

  1. May the joy of the season fill your heart here at the closing if the year 2021, and may peace abide in 2022. This is a most difficult time for our planet earth, and a time of turmoil for its peoples. May 2022 begin the way back! ✌🏼❤️🌎

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