Webbed Words: (Selected Poems and Short Stories)
By Millard Lowe
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It has been written that woven webs of spiders are symbolic of fate "...similar to we humans who get caught up in the web of the illusion of the physical world, and never see beyond the horizon into other dimensions...". It may also be said that the web represents the polarity of human life into which we are woven and are caught up in its g
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Webbed Words - Millard Lowe
Dedication
To beloved sisters: Joyce, Norma and Sula. Stalwart Motherland Queens who continue to weave our extended family into a mosaic web of everlasting peace and love.
Foreword
Like eagles, we soar; gliding through the sky of life. Though social turbulence challenges our rise, we continue to ascend—the horizon before us. Into the realm, like lions of Judah roaring, we leave woven trails and footprints of webbed words on the winds of time—flowing to the doorsteps of the reality of ourstory.
Acknowledgements
Some of the short stories as well as some of the poems in this publication have been previously published by the author (including on several poetry websites). However, all copyrights© have been retained by the author.
For Karma Nurisha Wa
Kupenda Lowe
cosmic gem of the universe
exploded celestial beauty
princess of the milky way
poured into
the waiting womb
prepared
that’s who you are
child of claimed prayer
moored on the shore of faith
anchored in the harbor of love
that’s who you are
the north winked tonight
the crescent moon reclined—
what a glorious smile…reflecting
that’s who you are
wait and be of good courage
the pain of joy is coming…wait…
pregnant belief has always delivered
that’s who you are
yahweh has never failed
and never will—forever
you’re ours and his blessed star
that’s who you are
iv
some sarahs are of the heart
and not of the womb
the most high has much
mothering for you to do
that’s who you are
twinkle…twinkle little star
blessed be the happiness
you bring
that’s who you are.
n.b.: peace and love
that’s who you are
dad.
arising on a poetic morning…
as the sharp rays
of sunlight
meticulously sliced
through lingering clouds
to sculpt away
jagged edges
to scrape away
the corroded pain
of doubt,
today I will
pull out words
and paint
images of life
on a paper canvas—
chisel out a song of love
and feel and smell
the warm breath of god
soothing my sweet serene soul…
would if you would
arise
and journey with me
in the ecstasy
of a poetic odyssey—
wandering odin-like caverns
of the fertile womb
of my mind—
becoming one
with the morning’s
dawning…
free styling…because we’re free…
(improvisational notes reflecting ourstory)
sitting here
at the keyboard,
lettered blue notes
flow with rhythmic melodies
inking bars of varied clefts
of poetic pitch
rising from
b flat decrescendos
to c sharp crescendos
peaking trilling lights of truth
from a major second…
tuba blasting to depressed
notes now whining spine-tingling
wails john coltrane left behind
for you to forward
that we could go ahead
even when just sitting
parking
and monking around
in a blue note
frame of mind
undulating rivers
of memory bars
flowing to spirited shores
scattered with footprints
of giant steps
ancestors left
to the beginning
enabling us to ping whole notes
from the golden hieroglyphic
improvisations of ourstory
as we beat out polyrhythmic
emotions of the love supreme
that continues to keep and sustain us:
may the heat
of the ancestors’ hearts
continue to radiate
and warm our melodic souls
with encore reverberations…
in the surreal solemnity of nature
a solemn ant colony
passes in a funeral-like
procession
carrying bits of crumbs
and one of their own…
a lone ballooning spider
ceases his kiting
and hovers in mid-air…
hanging from its button
a chrysalis evicts
its metamorphosed tenant…
across the way
waddling mallards
halt oncoming traffic…
in a distant field
goats satisfy bulging cuds
with sweet chewed grasses…
one-by-one the solemn ants
descend a volcanic-like hole
of a huge temple-like mound…
as if descending a grave
the setting sun slowly sinks
below the horizon:
bidding a golden hued adieu….
ponder this…
today we could blame the most high
for our condition
but to do so would be supercilious:
today is yesterday’s child
and tomorrow’s grandchild…
we cannot change yesterday
nor make today tomorrow
but we can do today
what we did not do yesterday…
come let us lay today
the foundation
for what must be completed
tomorrow:
ponder this…if you will….
memories are forever…
the sun
announces the day
and night births
the moon
like cooling water
love quenches
the thirst of peace
and tranquility resides
in the mist of life
freedom must be
fought for and won
only life its self
is given
and in time
it too
is taken away
but memories…
memories
are forever…
memories:
cranial tombstones
of mental graves….
no vacancy
pain
knocked at the door
last night…
love answered…invited it in…
fed it hope…
clothed it with faith
and showed it the back
exit…
through a pane’s eyes…
out in the summer’s sun
on a bordering fence
a robin relaxed
while on the inner side
an unknown avian
strolled through the
bright green grass…
after pecking here and there
the unknown avian flew away—
no doubt the drum major
of the tailing parade
who likewise poised and peck
before taking flight…
a platoon of swallows landed
for a short survey and resumed flight—
a lone cardinal strutted by