Piano and Drums: A Poem by Gabriel Okara

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Gabriel Okara: Piano and Drums

When at break of day at a riverside
I hear jungle drums telegraphing
the mystic rhythm, urgent, raw
like bleeding flesh, speaking of
primal youth and the beginning
I see the panther ready to pounce,
the leopard snarling about to leap
and the hunters crouch with
spears poised;

And my blood ripples, turns torrent,
topples the years and at once I’m
in my mother’s lap a suckling;
at once I’m walking simple
paths with no innovations,
rugged, fashioned with the naked
warmth of hurrying feet and
groping hearts
in green leaves and wild flowers pulsing

Then I hear a wailing piano
solo speaking of complex ways
in tear-furrowed concerto;
of far away lands
and new horizons with
coaxing diminuendo, counterpoint
crescendo. But lost in the labyrinth
of its complexities, it ends in the middle
of a phrase at a daggerpoint.

And I lost in the morning mist
of an age at a riverside keep
wandering in the mystic rhythm
of jungle drums and the concerto.

 

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Ralph Nyadzi spends his day working as an online educator plus entrepreneur. He is a freelance writer, website designer, web content manager, internet marketer, and WordPress trainer. Ralph is the CEO of RN Digital Media Ent. He blogs on CegastAcademy.com and BloggingtotheMax. If you can't trace him anywhere online it only means one of three things: he is cooking, farming or spoiling his three cats with meat and fish.

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