Life

Although the maze is
Ofttimes more complicated
Than complex I am
Always chasing rainbows through life.

©2019 MDSHall

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Onus (revision)

We’ve loved America
More than
It has
Loved us back

At this point
No one is coming to save us
That is our onus

Literally meaning
(Like it reads)
That responsibility
Lies on us
Always has, always will
End of story

…It’s already been written.

©2019 MDSHall

Prayer to a Scream

“You cannot let race consume you. It will take over your poetry, and make it null and void.”
— as told to me by my college poetry professor, Laurence Lieberman

What
We lost
In the fire
Will find us
Through the ashes

Reawakened
By embers of memory
Spry
In the brilliant corners
Of our collective
Conscience.

Now, if only we could be post-racist
As a country. if only we could escape

The cage of condescending
Conformity with its pre-flawed
Laws of a politically polluted
Melting pot and its post-racial
Confearacy, feeling the light

That guides us through our darkest days
With faith in the fate of falling in love with the world
In spite of history; but, ’til the moment

When the rivers of hope and love converge
Flowing to the end of our spirits & the confluent
Ends of Earth, so all of the world can hear

Our waters, letting us know
That the mountain is no more
…we are only partially free.

©2019 MDSHall

Onus

We’ve loved America
More than
It has
Loved us back

At this point
No one is coming to save us
That is our onus

Literally meaning
(Like it reads)
That responsibility
Lies on us
Always has & will be
End of story.


©2019

Reprise: “The Shadow of Your Smile” (revision)

[Urania’s Song]

Why are my eyes roaming in the moonshadows
of her silhouetted smile as if it was the montage

to her soul projected as a chromatic fantasy
upon the umbra of the universe
gravitating to everything under the sun?

Why are my thoughts drifting dreamily with all the colors
coming and going, slipping into night, as if they
were the empress of heaven’s old clothes (or lack thereof)

composing the coda of day coming to a close? only
to feel the reprise of her heart reverberating
in these vagabond eyes by way of my talking hands.

©2019