Audrey Ashira

djembe

In freewrite, poetry, scrap-paper snippets on June 16, 2010 at 9:59 pm

Thick pulsating sound
Crisp *ping!* along the edges
Upturned fingers
Open palms

[Rain comes from my fingertips]

Rythm
Sound

Hands kiss canvas
And you can feel it in the bottom of your stomach
Like a glance from a soul-mate

[I had heard of this enchantment before but did not believe it]

Belief is not sight
but sound.

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