Romella Kitchens Poems
It Is All Etched In Crayola
A Poem For Pete Seeger:
It Is All Etched In Crayolas, January 28,2015
It is the coldest day, it is always the coldest
when I read Pete Seeger has died.
Cars pass outside, and men who have stayed
out all night at the local bars pass paying life dues
down slippery hills of ice never knowing their real
names or identities. I imagine his fingers fine on his banjo.
Yes, there, he had this face, this clear identity.
Black child laying on warm carpet, crayolas and paper
when I first saw him on television singing about freedom
and social change just like ...
A White parakeet with a pink bill, she
was all things feminine...
The birder's books said she should live
for approximately six months...
But, she sang through my love and devoted
care of her for ten years.
Her pink throat, her morning song to a God
She would weep when I left the house.