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Mystic Mam-A-Jama—a Poem
By Dorothy Marie Rice eventually i will write a poem
which will be spoken from everyone's lips
as easily as licking a cherry-flavored lollipop
eventually i will write a poem that rumbles
like a freight train across a busy intersection at noon
my poem will bundle the weary soul
like a squirrel's nest in the bough of a maple tree
my humble musing will be ambitious like a
creek meandering
into the james river, soaking sediment in the chesapeake bay
surging into the atlantic ocean and
vibrating in the creamy smooth chambers of a conch shell
birds and beasts, and critters that creep
will synchronize their timepieces for the great presentation of
my poem
but until . . .
my poem will be
the mystic mam-a-jama
metaphor that beckons wayward lovers home
and makes prodigal children prepare feasts
for their own parents . . .
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Ó 2005 Dorothy Marie Rice /
January 14, 2005 |