Nircle · she reminds us of who we are like a mirror from nature.

she reminds us of who we are like a mirror from nature.

micheal morgan
@michealmorgan028179
10 months ago

#africamusicunboundpoem
#watersofafricapoem
#poetry
#Her blue epic.

Her blue epic

Watch the water ripple,
Listen deep, she's telling a story,
A symphony of her african people.
Maternal bond that declaims her glory.

She writes to her children in circle
Whilst her sea breeze interpretes,
In rhymes and melodious words to Nircle,
Expanding towards us as boundless resonant tweets.

Her voice preaches both peace and violence.
One for our protection, another for the day of danger.
Every whistling wave in her sentence,
Flares our awareness of an untethered heritage and power.

Our heritage of cultural marine practices,
Before the oil gluttons started spiling her courtyard,
Contemptuous heisters, trading her beloveds over seas.
Blood spills painting her red, off her blue orchard.

Notwithstanding, her story flows vehemently as the Nile,
Blue and free, resilient as the voice of us all.
For these waters killed our thirst and crafted us smile
when darkness raided our morning, with hopes so small

From her brewed pain, she narrates her empathy and love spell,
tied to a flag of diverse cultures like an inevitable coast.
Such that in saturation of her basin so well,
She still cheerfully receives our floods with a toast..

Adorned with the skill of a mother to absorb a child's pain
Yet for the fishermen and farmers,
Even in her abundant volume she drinks the rain
While she cuddles us with fishes, clams and oysters.

Despite every misregard, chaos and tribulation,
She forges across rocks in swift flow.
A paragraph in our history that reflects determination.
Everytime she transports us to the spotlight, we glow!

Gaze into her waves and waterfalls,
Admire her transience from blue to white.
Streaming planes or height of honourable walls.
Another glory that she chooses to write!!

Her story is clearly filled with pride
Like the ways of our african trad,
Unlimitable, unstoppable, unquestionable as an ocean wide.
A weak liquid, creating a wave form worth a ballad.

So lovely as compared to the summer,
She sits still in her lowest
Letting us sail into her deepest chamber,
Unveiling her darling treasure chest.

What has she not done for love?
Boundless and overwhelmable as a great water,
She humbles in a cup, wrapped up in love,
Her eternal bond in every storyline of africa.