Happy birthday to Langston Hughes
For years and days
You still sing your Harlem blues
My heart flows into your poetic words
You do sing America
And walk through negro rivers
I see you leap and soar only like a bird
Now
On a journey,
Your spirit still lights up
Falling into every gentle soul
I hear your voice
Jazzing up to the sky
The stars, the moonbeams
Of starry heavens
You're a brown handsome poet
Who inspires me, inspires the people
Who enjoys the love of our own poetic souls
And yet you still sing your Weary Blues
Even on your birthday,
You still sing
And grooving to the blues
While I keep the hold of my dreams
Singing my own feeling the weary blues
Cos you are the jazz, you are the black Harlem
But you are not the melancholic song
You are a black poet
Who speak of rivers
That stream way to the sun
I read your life in your each poem
Over and over
Until this day
I must say Happy birthday, Mr. Hughes
Blow out the wind
And keep lingering your beautiful poetry
As if was my lovely memory…..
6 comments:
Lovely one, Kai dear..
"As if was my lovely memory….." love those lines much..
How do you sing your poetry so well, my dear Kai girl? :)
love,
devika
well my heart could make music and my inner voice recites the words .... :)
thank you!:)
This is a beautiful poem, Kai!
I'm very sure Langston Hughes would have loved it.
He was an amazing poet & was gone much too soon!
You too, are an amazing poet & I love your writings!
Your writing has so much heart!
Margie
thank you margie
i love your writings too....
:)
Hi Kai,
you are great, very mature poetess!
This poem is so good, sounds like a great symphony.
Love and hugss!
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