Buzzing along the horizon
filters through the hazy beating of sun.
Tribal patterns adorning the market,
pleasing to the tourist's eye.
Africa has come alive.1
Strong coffee laced with the smell of tobacco,
sun baked streets lift the scent of spices.
The breeze of little comfort
hot, oppressive, stifling.
Africa has come alive.2
Ripe mangoes for buying,
crafts from across the vast continent.
The sound of merchants with a local dialect,
drawing the crowds in.
Africa is surviving.3
Friendly natives keen to share
the little they possess.
An open nation, hospitable and warm
the sorrows of yesteryear not on which they dwell.
Africa is surviving.4
Close to my heart
a new way of living.
A new way of thinking
as I breathe it all in.
Africa has come alive for me.
Author notes
Poetry is not my strong point, but I enjoyed writing this purely because of my love of Africa. The words I have used reflect my own experiences of this continent - and putting it into 'poem' form rather than as a story, was just something I wanted to experiement with.
I've delibrately not used a rhyming scheme. I didn't think it was neccessary for this piece.
Comments
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If poetry is your weak point, then writing must be your epiphany. This is a very good piece, very well written and very inspirational. I loved it.
I appreciate your lack of rhyme scheme. I read too many poems that insist on having a cliched rhyme. I believe poetry is as diverse that the people who write it.
I've never been to nor seen Africa, and I'm not sure if I will. It's not really on my list of things to do before I die. Still, I can appreciate your love for the place and its people.
Very well done. Not to mention the flawless diction. An A+ from me. 10/10
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