Brother

[Lisa Stafford]

BROTHER ©

I think of you often
Brother,
Flesh of my flesh –
Born of the same blood
That coursed through
Black and copper skinned warriors
Long asleep in Mozambique’s warm belly.
To the east, narrow lowlands bow
To your feet as you stand
Tall
On bands of steel
To the west, arid winds
Whisper in bright Bantu tongues
Your creed.
You’ve the might of a million men
In your stride.
Power,
Fluid power
Rages like Zambezi’s waters
Through your veins.
You are man.
From the wombs of dusky queens
You came.
From a suckling you rose
To claim your manhood,
And the crowns ancient kings did bring.
The heavens serve as your raiment,
Draping shoulders –
Broad as the north’s rich valleys.
Your loins, gird with the tawny pelts of big cats,
Hold the wealth of many sons.
At the foot of Limpopo,
In the sweet grass
I lay to quench my thirst
With your soulful kiss.
Tattooed on my soul is the
Imprint of your mighty hands.
Brother –
My king,
My sun,
Rising to shine your glory
Upon this dark earth.
I think of you
Brother –
I think of you.

Poem taken from "At Home on the Edge©" - a collection of poems

[Nocturne's Angel]

Truly breathtaking!!!

[Lisa Stafford]

Thank you so much!

Peace & Blessings,
Lisa

[Blakprinze]

I truly enjoyed this description of the Brother you speak of. I visualized each scene as I read each line. Write on poet.

Peace
Blak

[Lisa Stafford]

Thank you so much for your feedback. I really appreciate it!

Peace & Blessings,
Lisa

[Italian Angel Poeta]

This is outstanding Lisa.

I love the way it ends.......

Dawnny

[Unknown Silence]

Loved the geography stroll & knowing how we look in our women's eyes. It allows one to lift his head.

Silence

[Lotus Lion]

Yes!!!
For the Brothers!
Nothing like them!
Write on!
Lotus Lion