Drums pulse.
Whistle blasts methodical pace
soon frenetic. Eyes open wide
as Gombeys march
then run, then leap into view.
Vibrant costumed anonymity.
Histories joined
African, British, Native American
collide in exuberant dance.
Speed increases, blurs.
Cacophony of primary colors
whirl, jump high, bend low.
Wordless loud stories
of ancestral slaves.
In response to the Daily Post Photo Challenge, how do you illustrate Vivid?
lillian the home poet 
I like the way you stitch your words together so melodious.
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So nice to see this Reply over my morning cup of coffee! What a great compliment — I’ve just been writing poetry since February (blogging only since March) — I like the idea of being a seamstress of the blog! Stitching the words together is a very apt way of putting it — Once I write down the ideas then it’s edit, edit, rearrange, think of a different word, and always always read aloud till I come to the final poem. So the word melodious also fits — as I want it to “sound” right when I read it aloud.
This is truly a wonderful compliment and I really appreciate it! Made me smile this morning — hoping you’ll meander through my site — and stop in for morning coffee again!
lillian
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It feels like you have been doing it for years-poetry that is- I particularly Love your detailed messages and responses. You go into such detail it is enjoyable to read.
And reading aloud…. you sound like a scriptwriter, or perhaps you are naturally progressing toward it.
I did wander through your blog and enjoyed it thoroughly, and this time I will make my presence felt by leaving a like at the bottom. Please feel free to browse through my place-asnappshot.wordpress.com- and your vote of confidence would be well appreciated, you delightful comments would be a bonus.
Thanks for the invitation for coffee, I most certainly will visit and get your wonderful cup of joe!
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