Curry(Poetic)Curls

There was a time when I wrote poetry prolifically and then  you know the story … life kicked in…Thanks to the New Jill Scott Album … and where I find myself in life … I’ve really been wanting to start writing again though I have yet to pick up a pen and paper… for now I am just playing around with it in my mind … searching for inspiration … sometimes I go back and read my old work … and I am never pleased with it … and yet it reveals so much about who I am today … So I over the next few weeks I will post some of my poem… most of which I turn my own nose up at, as I am my own worst critic.

This piece was written in June of 2004 when I was a sophomore in college … sheesh seems forever ago …

Tennessee Nights 

the muggy ensemble
of tennesse nights
succumbs to a naked body
searching for air against the
agony
of
suffocating sheets
the antique hum of rotating blades provides consolation not
as glistening flesh plays tag amid the moving of a mock breeze
red blood runs
white hot
as delusions of ancestoral spirit invade her soul
feeling th passion of she who
traded
fire
for
flame
during every appalachain evensong
the desire between cotton weak thighs
as in darkness she traded
her physical hell for sublime burning desire
the fear from master to slave released in
animalistic intensity
as the moon itself reflected on exposed secrets
melts blushing
as humid tension
s   t
n    u
r
entangled bodies mad
creating generations of those
who lie awake and dream
in muggy ensemble
of tennesse nights