Born into Flesh

A Poem for Black History Month

Khara E. House
In the morning early ebony will rise, flow
forth to the ivory moors of the high sea,
thread through the shade, touch each grass
blade in a diminishing breeze, fade

into mahogany, fall into a grove of foam, peel
like waves and seep into the wind, crash
against the shore where we dive
into our skins, hues of sepia blazoned by the sun.

Published by Khara E. House - Featured Contributor in Arts & Entertainment

Khara House is a Featured Arts & Entertainment contributor with a passion for creativity in any form. Khara writes primarily on the topics of Arts & Entertainment, Creative Writing, and Education. Her work c...  View profile

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  • Julian Apellanes4/17/2011

    Beautiful :)

  • Trisha Hodges4/15/2011

    Well written, you're a very talented writer.

  • Michael Rorie4/2/2011

    I love your use of symbolism in the visual descriptions you use. It's quite impacting. Thanks for sharing

  • Eiddwen Jones3/31/2011

    A great poem and thank you for sharing your talent with us.
    Take care
    Eiddwen.

  • rama devi nina1/6/2011

    Nice--rich descriptions.

  • Karen Wodke12/24/2010

    This poem is so descriptive and uses words so well, I can feel like I'm there getting ready to dive into the water. I love this poem.

  • Guest12/19/2010

    It's too bad all these people feel the need to waste time filling this with junk.

  • Yoko Ishioka12/10/2010

    I've read your poem five times now and will read it again when I finish this comment. All I can say is thank you!

  • Carl O'Donnell11/28/2010

    wow! I love the mechanics of this poem. You really take full advantage of line breaks and internal rhyme to drive the rhythm. Great work- more than deserved of it's featured-poem status!

  • Khara E. House11/28/2010

    Thank you all! :)

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