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dVerse — black — invictus part 2

Image result for black mother and son play outside smile painting


grey skies seep black
black silhouettes
silhouettes of
of rippling dark

grey skin, red eyes
eyes that see all
all color drained
drained from your soul

when you hurt her
her of black skin
skin shining warm
warm morning sun

her smile died then
then she knew why
why you killed it
it gave her will

you’ll never know
know your dear son
son of beauty
beauty despite

he’ll never know
know his father
father rapist
rapist monster

gone away now
now worlds away
away from black
black is her color

she watches him
him bright morning
morning he plays
plays, says, “Momma!”

the sun is warm
warm on their skin
skin raises up
up in their smiles

Loop Poetry is a poetry form created by Hellon. There are no restrictions on the number of stanzas nor on the syllable count for each line. In each stanza, the last word of the first line becomes the first word of line two, last word of line 2 becomes the first word of line 3, last word of line 3 becomes the first word of line 4. This is followed for each stanza.  The rhyme scheme is abcb. [I chose no rhyme scheme in mine.]

Anmol (alias HA) is today’s host of dVerse.  Anmol says:
I am prompting you to think of what comes to your mind when you picture ‘Black’. Think of what it means to you or what it stands for. You can venture into different areas like identity, materialism, personal experiences, physics, et al. as well. Or you can simply incorporate the word ‘black’ in your title and poem.

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39 thoughts on “dVerse — black — invictus part 2

  1. You and I touched on the same Muse–blackness as human, empathy, love. This form is interesting, but the loops pry me a bit away from the message; just saying.

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  2. Thank you for introducing me to loop poetry, Jade, and for this poignant and tragic story. I like the way these lines are echoed in the final stanza
    ‘skin shining warm
    warm morning sun’.
    Something good born of something bad.

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  3. Jade, your poem is perfused with attuned sensations; playful but painfully incisive. I love it, and its lyricism reminds me of Zeca Veloso – Todo Homem, a Brazilian song. Although you may not understand the lyrics, I urge you to give it a listen. It is a beautiful melody, and the refrain means “every man needs a mother”, which should be encouragement enough!
    As always, your presence exults me.


    1. Joao-Maria, your linking my poem to that exquisite song’s lyricism humbles me. I just listened to it and and have included it here (with translation, thanks to Google translator) for others to appreciate. Thank you so much and likewise on your presence ❤

      (Zeca Veloso)

      The sun
      Flower and salt morning
      And sand in the lipstick

      Miss you on the clothesline
      Red, blue, brown

      I am
      The umbilical cord
      For me it's never good

      And the sun
      Burning my newspaper
      My voice, my light, my sound

      Every man needs a mother
      Every man needs a mother

      The sky
      Apple Foam
      Belly, two brothers

      Hair, black wool
      Nose and face and hands

      The honey
      The silver, the gold and the frog
      Head and heart

      And the sky
      Opens in the morning
      In shelter, in lap, on floor

      Every man needs a mother
      Every man needs a mother

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