In fields of light above this realm
Where sight and sound are one
I chanced upon a little elm
A woman sat upon
From far afar I sharp’d my eyes
To peer good at this sight
And soon came I to see thread-ties
‘Tween her and the High Light
She sat so still, she did not stir
Or so it seemed to me
‘Til I was no more far, but near
And then began to see
Than in her hand she held a flute
The longest yet I’ve seen
Which stretched gently until its root
Her small lips was between
And she it was who through her sounds
Was forming all these fields
Of beauteous light where joy abounds
And my heart rapture yields
These fields of light I long have passed
Yet never will forget
That those blessed hills, meads, groves were massed
But through that simple set
Of flute and woman weaving music
Healing broken hearts
And forming fields of light of scenic
Beauty for these parts.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Wonderful. So vivid. Full of warm expanding energy this poem. Happy new year Che 😊
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Happy New Year, Nomzi! 😊😊😊😇
And thank you…
Hope you’re good
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I am well thank you 😊
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