nothing can
ever hush a voice,
not force
nor noise
nothing can
neither philistine jaws
nor grubby grouchy claws
not even green clammy creepy envy
nor raucous hollering of the loud mouthed
can choke
the delicate dimpled
dance steps of a voice
strumming, sometimes
fluttering, then prancing, now leaping
soft, delicate, yet piercing
rich in energy
strolling with poise
overflowing with force
brimming with sense
like joyful water jets
from a dam
fresh, full, gushing,
flowing, freeing and renewing,
inventing and reinventing
For Obinna and Susan, two talented voices!
Reflections 
Noel–gosh, thanks! Now you need to write a poem about making white people blush–nah, don’t bother–we don’t go anywhere nearly as beautiful as the blackberry Celestine was describing. Pity. You just turned me into a tomato. See? Not poetry. I am dedicating this to you, too, as it is a joy to hear my duet partner string his words together this morning! For once my insomnia has been richly rewarded! Beautiful! By the way, if your muse is cooperating, you should join us in our inspiration chain–would really enjoy hearing your voice join in!
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Reblogged this on Susan Daniels Poetry and commented:
Noel, marvelous poem, as always!
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Great, fluid words – my brains language centre was dancing in delight!
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That’s Noel–I love what he does to words. Just had to add another 2 cents to this. Oops, sorry–that would be two pence for you, right?
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Beautiful. I look forward to following your blog.
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thanks, brother!
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Ow, This is beautiful, Noel. Very meaningful and honest. 🙂
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Thanks, Sis. Akwaaba!
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‘Yaa enua’ (I have heard, my brother)
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