8:54pm
May 11, 2015
Elements
The repetition and the symmetry
I would sing them without surcease
Going in a circle
Ritual and its power
My gorilla family
Often born of a spiritual, an aesthetic need
Value and beauty of ritual
My need for repetition
Silently acknowledge landmarks
Flowers and trees
Had memorized everything
Each flower, tree
Was a person, a being
If I did not see it,
It missed me and felt abandoned
(A poetry technique where you black out words on a page and the rest become the poem. This is a page from Songs of thez Gorilla Nation by Dawn Prince-Hughes.)
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