Noel Ihebuzor
Something touches a key.
The touched key comes alive and moves,
humming stroking and caressing,
Soon, it blends notes and nuances,
nudges other senses to move and dance,
like alija, like nubile hips stirrred by ngelenge,
suddenly the soft shadows of a new song emerge,
fleeting inchoate,
some gentle touch by the potter,
and the new song explodes,
reason, rhythm and rhyme join hands
skipping along, spraying flowers,
red roses sing along
softliest and are heard most,
purple hibiscus, furl and unfurl,
hum shyly and wave
Rosemaries, Queens of the night
Explode and lather the awakened day
The aroused frame
whetted ears and noses aflame
with message laden bouquets
dripping deep messages,carousing
that caress our aroused eyes and ears –
with the beauty of Susan’s Poetry,
coated in the dazzling polysemy of an engaged voice.
****This is a piece I scribbled for Susan Daniels, my duet partner on Feb 15, 2013. Saw it in my archives this morning. Long may she live. Long may her poetry flourish!
Oh,yes. I remember this. Miss our duets.