Ars Poetica: The Langston Hughes Redux

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Things Left Unsaid

Nights are but sermons
To be streamed
In this requiem
To a dream, with stars
Drawn from wondrous dust
On shadows of the moon
As past, present
And future ferment
Like grapes
“In the twilight
Of perpetual noon”

& kismet called upon
By the revenant vox
Of wordshippers to come

Through The static
And the hum, out from
Under the umbra
Into sight, communing
With kindred souls
In search of the other
Side speaking truth
To light, because things
Once left unsaid
Are in a stage
Of dormancy, not dead.

©2018 MDSHall

Erato’s Love Notes Part 9

I evoke you
…Out of the babel
Of Babylon, in the cadence
Of our hearts’ embrace — like
Love inciting poetry
& verse inviting passions
Of the soul to be its
Epitaph, as the voices
Inside my head splinter
Then rejoin & rejoice in a chorus
Of the syllables
Of your name swinging
Off & on the branches
Of the echo tree
For eternity to adhere
& infinity to see…
Even through the confines
Of night, “striding
Across nothingness.”

*Quote from Zora Neale Hurston

©2017

Mixed (…but not mixed-up)

In spite
Of being light-bright
(& almost white, but
Not quite)
I choose
Neither to assimilate
Or to hate nor to separate
The human race
…but instead, realize
All of us comprise
The face of its fate…
& trust in the vernacular of my soulness.

©2017 MDSHall

Midnight Silence

As night lures me

Into her web of delicate
Sights & sounds
The moon plays the ocean
Like a violin
In memories
That bear resemblance
To an old film
With certain moments
Of reticence.
& yet, even
In visible silence
Her countenance
Enchants
Me, as

Her eyes unveil mine.

©2018 MDSHall

America

America, what so proudly we hail

“Get back up,” God said,
You have a long way to go.
Be your own compass.”

Why
Couldn’t you see
Through the disguise
Of his diatribes
Full of false hope & lies?
There’s no way
To legitimize the hypocrisy
Of this utter idiocracy. But,
This too shall
Pass.

©2016 MDSHall