The New Griots--Pouring Down Raining Words

The New Griots—Pouring Down Raining Words

From the wombs

of our pregnant minds

may our charged words

drop like God’s tears

reaching the depths

of the precincts

 of your souls

seeping like His raindrops

to swollen  roots

anchoring life anew

birthing thunderstorms

of revelations

missed in oral tradition—now

staining sheets of thin pulp

with silent echoes—silent echoes

once etched in dry sand—time

unsheathing truth’s truth—unlocking

opening doors and windows

into new souls—new souls

seeking those creative leaps of mind

of the new Griots—rain dancers

inking rhythmic words

flowing like a speaking river

meandering

   trials

                       tribulations

   traditions

                       peace

   love

meandering Minerva-like

between double clef river banks:

 

Come walk in the mist

of our rain—pitter pattering words

singing salient songs of life

showering selves in truth and glory.