Blind Boone’s Apparitions by Tyehimba Jess


my motto for life

                      – merit, not sympathy, wins-

my song against death.


i stroke piano’s

eighty eight mouths. each one sings

hot colors of joy


pentatonic black

keys raise up high into bliss,

born to sing my name


whippoorwill, hawk, crow

sing madrigals for blind men.

forests blooms through each note.


my eyes: buried deep

beneath earth’s skin. my vision

begins in her womb.


darkness sounds like God

flowering from earth’s molten tomb…

writhed wind. chorded cries.

Copyright, 2016

Category: Haiku, Rituals: Music, Dance, Sports,