The day will come

We will open our eyes one day
see everything we ever wanted
right in front of us...right there
grass...tall unkempt grass
it is greener after all
sky bluer and newer
fire turned to sapphire petals
lace the breeze between trees
chanting "you're the top, you're the coliseum"
the air is fresher surprisingly
with no mountain view...but the hills are truly
alive with the sound of nature
and we are smarter
wiser a part of engaging word exchanging
human choirs of light...heavy weights lifted
light we become as we pace...trace our map to freedom...

by Shonnese C.L. Coleman

Exit-ku

Seemingly guarded 

hearts fleeting east to somewhere

must avoid the storm

by Shonnese C.L. Coleman

 

Syncopated

Cover me with bell tones and blue notes
staccato rhythms that come from loud horns
break up the letters of the alphabet so I can braid it into my hair
sing me lullaby's in the middle of the day with 3-part harmony
and then write all about that jazz in your journal

Prepare a package of Flute Hums like oxygen
high low octaves from your hidden thoughts
throw in a pitch only the chosen will hear
ringing cipher circling round-round the heart

Deliver sharp beats of melody one octave at a time
make the key signature a sign of explicit simplicity
bending noise-accidentals I'll use to paint my nails
layering strings between Prince screams from that 45
and then play ghost notes to grace notes just to see if I'm listening

by Shonnese C.L. Coleman