somehow it all makes sense
it just is. naturally.
we are remnants of slavery
living in a caribbean paradise
we eat sugar apple or sweetsop
guineps, mangoes, and guavas
sugar cakes, tarts and gizzadas
festival and escoveitch
we drink rum punch, red stripe
ginger beer, sorrel, coconut water
and maybe even some peanut punch
while sailing on the jolly roger
oh yeah, tonight's gonna be a good night
see you at the sound clash dance hall queen
stop. feel the bassline
whine and go dung.
we jam dominoes at the small table
nestled under the flamboyant trees
then snorkle in turquoise waters
amongst tropical fishes and coral reefs
we celebrate slave uprisings,
old year's day, crop over, and carnival
grounation, chant to nyabinghi drums
greet kings and queens in 9 miles
we are a diverse people
who reason in exotic accents
or patois. and somehow, naturally
it all makes perfect sense. seen?
16 comments:
Even through my deepest of tears, it always make sense. Always...
Your words make me remember a time, when all our people had were one another. And with one another it brought us so much joy. You make me understand a closeness of mum asking "what for need so much?" A time when, the island was all we used to need, to be happy. You have moved my heart to to the direction of my simple and loving home. No matter how far away I am.
I love ya, dearly friend.
Happy tears.
i love reading you, and learning more about your culture and values.
I love coming here, Se'Lah...I learn so much, feel so much and begin to understand so much more...thank you :o)
Oh, yes. Sounds wonderful...
What's peanut punch?
we eat sugar apple or sweetsop
guineps, mangoes, and guavas
sugar cakes, tarts and gizzadas
festival and escoveitch
we drink rum punch, red stripe
ginger beer, sorrel, coconut water
and maybe even some peanut punch
while sailing on the jolly roger
this poem reminds me of beloved.
beautiful.
Coming here is like a breathing a breath of fresh air...an island breeze, yeah?
Such soothing wisdom...a balm to the soul....a powerful message cloaked in a lilting, gentle melody...
...feel the rhythm of the surf pounding the shore....
~blessed be~
Always love coming here.
Yum, this is a yummy post, evoking remembered tastes and emotions from somewhere deep inside.
xo
Written beautifully, Se'Leh,
It's beautiful to know swim in the turquoise water with the fish and dance to music of the the night~
xox
Constance
peanut punch?!
i love the rhythm and emotion in this.
:) I love it.
Poetry.
Beautiful. Passionate.
Coconut water? How do you make that?
inquiring minds wanna know:
peanut punch is a natural drink made from peanuts. it's more of a smoothie type drink.
coconut water? only JAH makes it. it is in every coconut, naturally. it's often served chilled. the green coconut is chopped until the inner shell is pierced and the water flows effortlessly from within.
sorry, got carried away...
you bring it all to life with your words that create images, tastes and emotions.
xo
i missed you and your lovely thoughts.
This is very moving :)
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