With bloodbeating at my templesand horizonsbeckoning for discoveryland, magicalstrangetaboowaitedfor my penMiles and Coltrane'snightingalesawoke to trill of moonbeamsand desireZora,Langston andOctavia whispered:"We waiting onon you,you better createworlds..."That's I when I knewit was time to speakrivers-- funky motifsrip a piece ofsoulful sinewSweeten itSeason itcry loudmy passionAnd shards of gold fleckedviolet spit the airwith sound and fury!With laughter, love andtears I touched my lips to thembreathed life into these spiritsfreed them to walk acrossthe pageIn that hour liberation found meIn that hour I embraced herAnd gave voice to my writing handCopyright 2009 Valjeanne JeffersPublished In Liberated Muse Vol I: How I Freed my Soulall rights reserved
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