The Lost Poets series: Harriet Beecher Stowe

*This series is an attempt to shine
light on Black Poets who many have
never heard of. So in advance, I'm
letting all know, the excerpt from the
book, The Black Poets is NOT
mine but what (next poem) follows
IS in fact a piece I felt inspired to write...*


"The Poet" (written by HBS)

He sang of life, serenely sweet,
With, now and then, a deeper note.
From some high peak, nigh yet remote,
He voiced the world's absorbing beat.

He sang of love when earth was young,
And Love, itself, was in his lays.
But ah, the world, it turned to praise
A jingle in a broken tongue.



The Love...A Sonnet (by Me)


My love...is a poem I write
I keep it safe under lock n' key
Exposin' a heart never  seein' light
A keepsake for no one but me...

O' blessed are they who dare
The journey's treacherous throng
This heart so  used, stripped bare
So leave them 'beats' 'ever they belong...

Gone away, the fret now past
The spirit fizzled, a soul fallen
Memoirs to memory, faded fast
Now a fortress, a heart walled-in

my love is a poem I write kept safe,
a lock, so eyes see...

Forever lost, to a starless night
Secure, never seen, by none, save  me...