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.

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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