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On a Dry Shore
I was a shell
thrown aside
echoing the sounds
of my fears & loneliness
a song cold and empty
but today
with the sun's warmth
& your love
I'm filled
with your water
baptized
renewed
I live
again.
Henry L. Jones |
My literary
career is a constant adventure. I write primarily about
cultural and social events in relation to African American
culture.
My published work has enabled me to contribute to social
causes as well as cultural events.
That's the "artsy" side of me. |
http://www.writers.net/writers/36801 |
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I, Black Man
If I could reach the sun, I would
be born
rays of the flooded womb of worn
praying in devotion in this hour
cannot the sun give me the power
with a kiss of bronze or ebonite?
then I could rest in a bed of night
and share in the serenity of twilight blend
for all my darkness, one praise to lend
I I could reach the sun, I would be born
my cries are silent, my heart deeply torn
alone I stand this naked man of fear
my strength, my pride why not here
engraved deeply on the rash of shame
this skin, this curse with Ham to blame?
alone I fight but still accused
I, Black man, lost and confused.
copyright 1994, [from of the
book,
RUNNING INTO BLACKNESS: FILLING MY POETIC GUMBO, copyright 2007 by
Henry L. Jones |