My people

Albert's Poetry Cafe ~ Fun With Form! Rondeau Redouble with Poeticpiers Rondeau Redouble: A French form consisting of four quatrains and one quintaine. Each line of the first quatraine becomes a refrain. The first phrase of the opening quatrain becomes a

 

Mia Couto: How do you know a snail is lost if the all world is its path?
(“Como se sabe se o caracol anda perdido se toda a terra é seu caminho”...)

How do you know a snail is lost if the all world is its path?
I came from the depths of the see, hunted mammoths with Auel
I belong to Gandhi’s race, flew over the “Cuckoo’s Nest”, had a sun bath
I sing with Beatles, Louis Armstrong, Andrea Bocelli, Jacques Brel


I came from the depths of the see, hunted mammoths with Auel
Become Arab, European, Brazilian, Jewish, Palestinian fantasy trap
I’m African when I see a savanna night owl
Fireflies glowing in the middle of nowhere smell sound tap

I belong to Gandhi’s race, flew over the “Cuckoo’s Nest”, had a sun bath
I recognize myself in all races, nationalities and languages duel
Roots are internal, webs of ideas spread universally up wreath
Some think I’m “rootless brothel”

I sing with Beatles, Louis Armstrong, Andrea Bocelli, Jacques Brel
Belong to millions of worlds, words, ideas wreath
I grow huge roots holding the earth’ fuel
My people are those standing for human rights in our world path

Why it lacks sense to live and love well?
I cover myself with flowers and have wings free to flap
Honored to be “rootless” as we are not plants for millennia dwell
How do you know a snail is lost?

Reviews

[Nassira Merahi]

You have given us a tour around the world Angelina! This is beautiful and original in the same time. I like the "no frontier" contest that you have given to your beautiful poem here. And the snail is definitely not lost.... he has the whole world to find its way... :)
Salaam

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Congratulations for winning the rondeau contest!

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Very beautiful! I loved it.

[Frances O'Neill]

Its very unique - who'd have thought a snail could capture the essences of things so important and mighty as worldwide affairs, especially in a poem. I can just see the snail traipsing along its languid path.

[Poeticpiers]

a fine effort to be sure ivor