In Honor of the Inauguration of the 44th President of the USA, from the forthcoming book: The Bridge of Silver Wings 2009. (photo courtesy of Nytimes.com)
Songbird of speckled feathers and new millennium eyes,
you trill notes of democratic vistas heavy with light.
Chords of miraculous notions enrich your blessed voice
with power to sing dreams into deeds well done.
Above your head Sallie Hemings’ children laugh rainbows.
You are neither Christ nor King nor Lincoln.
But what you are is willing, capable, and sincere,
there upon a bough of hope and audacity
as branded by history as any have ever been.
Knights of global tables toast the lyrics of your vision.
A grand son of two continents, your heart marches
to the glorious world beat of universal drummers,
and your American dream dutifully follows: one step
for peace, another for justice, two more for strength.
Harriet Tubman’s tears splash prayers for your success.
From where you perch, the trade winds of destiny
lift your songs like leaves of silken prophecies,
scattering the soft true gold of their melodies and joy:
to their rhythm a world sways, hums, and dares to believe.
by Aberjhani
© 1 January, 2009
The American Poet Who Went Home Again
Bright Skylark Literary Productions
Share
Print
Save
But what you are is willing, capable, and sincere,
Sometimes people overlook the obvious, that he is only human, but he does have the heart for the job.
Beautiful work, Sklyark. I suppose it takes one songbird to recognize another.
john+
Beautifully said and composed... "There Upon a Bough of Hope and Audacity" sings to honorability, respect and obedience to our Constitution... (USA)
I hope that from the twentieth of January on the Constitution of The United States Of America becomes a readable book in the OVAL OFFICE, and that our number ONE Employee acts under its HOLY LETTERS.
I also hope that "The Murphy's Law", and the generality of Logic will be proved wrong by this new Government.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Love,
Eileen
Wonderful last stanza:
From where you perch, the trade winds of destiny
lift your songs like leaves of silken prophecies,
scattering the soft true gold of their melodies and joy:
to their rhythm a world sways, hums, and dares to believe.
Our hope candles were off for a long time and President Elect Obama lighted them again for many of my brothers and sisters, it is time to welcome them home...it has been a long long time indeed of waiting.
Georg
Still, all in all, a good write!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
A worthy tribute to our incoming President: may he bring hope to ALL, not just a select few.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.