In April I become as soft as rain
trusting the distance in landing
if every day was Sunday then I’d
paint the sky with the poets
awaken, Amiri Baraka, and give us your chisel edge stroke “Who blew up America”
awake, Gil Scott Heron, sideleaf brush as common folk “Living in the Bottle”
awaken, Phillis Wheatley, a fine stroke of transparency
“remember christan, Negroes Black as Cain
May be refin’d and join th’angelic train”
awake, awake, get up Mary Oliver “tell me what it is,
you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
oh I could go on & live in sky-meetings as words themselves,
where the dead poets paint my world brand
spanking
new
my sky would run -red with love
as love is..
A Poet's Vision 
Excellent choice of poets in a beautiful poem!
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thank you kindly sister as you might know I wanted to list them all and had to stop myself lol …. hugs to you πππΏππ»ππ»ππ»ππ»ππ
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O, yes, and the streak of sunrise that is Nikki Giovanni!
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oh yes indeed Nikki Giovanni for sure!! ππ
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Your poem is beautiful as they always are, Krissy. I love the lines, ‘if every day was Sunday, I’d paint the sky with poets’. It’s a great visualisation. I hadn’t heard of any of those poets, so I looked up Gil Heron and listened to ‘Living in the Bottle’, which was very interesting. I like to learn something new every day. Have a lovely day. Xx β€
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Very creative β€
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