(in memory of April Blackman)
Like an April shower, an April rain,
Into the dry season of our lives you came;
And departed so soon, a truncated refrain,
Oh April, the Piparo forest still echoes your name.
At Stone Road I can still see the oval mango of your face,
A gemstone most exquisite cut, in the Blackman’s crown,
Radiating inner loveliness time can never erase;
Oh how brilliantly your perennial beauty shone.
Then with nary a fuss, quietly and quickly left,
You left the Circle of Love a sad memory;
Like a note ascending bass to treble clef,
Spiraled up and out, into the Circle of Eternity.
Perhaps the Soca Father, later, heard your call,
Somewhere above the rainbow, followed your song;
And joined you, in some haloed, hallowed hall
To sing and play heavenly Jahmu all day long.
We may never forget, nor ever learn
To reconcile, the loss of one so dearly loved;
For what may have been, though yet we yearn,
Life’s mission we fulfil, till duty be faithfully served.
But this I know we have the faith,
Someday, the Love Circle will be unbroken;
And all God’s children joyously liberate,
Through Christ, to sing and dance in heaven.
Copyright ©2001 by Newton V. Chance
What is a song if not poetry dressed in melody to sing along? (© G. Newton V. Chance)
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- G. NEWTON V. CHANCE
- George Newton Vivian Chance (Trinidad and Tobago) -- member of the Poet Society of Trinidad and Tobago, http://poetssocietytt.blogspot.com/ and the World Poets Society, http://world-poets.blogspot.com/ -- born in Tobago on 3rd March 1957. While residing at Rio Claro was inspired to write over a hundred poems at the turn of the Millennium. Hobbies include playing wind instruments, building computers, observing nature, reading and writing poetry. Believes that the power of a song is in its ability to evoke emotions by the marriage of lyric and music but that music without lyric can be just as powerful, that lyric without music can also be just as powerful, that there is music in the lyric and that lyric can be simple yet profound. Also, in this the age of computers, would like to model his lines after simple and efficient code and, analogous to Object Oriented Programming, achieve most of his imagery from nouns and verbs, avoiding the bloat and excess of unnecessary adjectives. This is what he aspires to attain in his poetry.
I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older
than the flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn
all golden in the sunset.
I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
by Langston Hughes
the poet writes the poem;
the reader gives it life
(© G. Newton V. Chance)
the reader gives it life
(© G. Newton V. Chance)
Make somebody happy (© Alexander Ligertwood & Carlos Santana)
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