A Prelude by nene mawuhi

 A PRELUDE 


In brewing with words begins this journey

Of refining thoughts harvested from fields

Of play and labor - from seasons of seasons -

Our sweet company hold to bloom like 

A living flower of rainy and harmattan days.

See with my eyes, and listen, sense it all:

My pieces in your pieces - all of me with all of you,

 Taste the juice, smell the smoke and flavor -

Sour or sweet brew's but the brewer's art.

Curse not the course, bless not the bold

But behold beyond and beyond behold the 

Veiling, venting and vexing and vimming through this voyage!

                       

             n.m.

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