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Orphani
Mar 31, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

The Omo

the vessels of ritual are round
spectral atoms defined in thought
but not entirely so
burnished and familiar
as my hands enter the circle
of your body's art
we are the Omo people
becoming the earth
clay and water form our faces
in the dialect of an age old song
in tribal tongues
Jungle vines entwine our spirits

the art of mingled leaves twigs and branches
the antelope moves in your fingers
everything links us together
and we are bound by nothing
across the universe this gift of fire
we are the Omo people
in love.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGLR8wEvRfQ




— Orphani, Mar 31, 2010

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lyz

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Barry

Beauty. I must ask what is an Omo person. Here in Aus it is a washing powder, so please enlighten. I love the way your poetry has peaked of late. Your words here are sensual and reading it slow brings it right out. A lover looking deep into the eyes of his mate in another time. Grand scale. Love Lyz. XX
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Orphani

16 years 2 months ago

The Omo are a native people

The Omo are a native people in Ethiopia along the Omo river. Click the link that shows their native art. Love B
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lyz

16 years 2 months ago

WOW

Pure beauty, what can I say other than your poem is apt and thank u Barry. I checked out a couple of other ones on the side. Yes, art in its purest form. I have a red ocher in my garden that my father in law gave me. I had never heard of the Omo people, and I am happy that u showed me. Thank u. Love Lyz. XX
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 2 months ago

Stunning photography

A must to watch to have the full understanding of the colour of your words. Beautiful, thanks Seabhac
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 2 months ago

O wonderful, just wonderful Barry

Ann of Norway O wonderful, just wonderful Barry, you possess the respect and admiration of such naturalness such melting into essences and finding, mingling, our deep rooted nature's become one in love. I did love the music in the beginning but if I look again will turn off the sound in the second half as it is definitely not on a par with the excellence of the first; it doesn't fit! Its WESTERN banality compared to their own instruments, in my opinion, but wow what art! Where did Picasso get his ideas? We saw in London the same things, Picasso always admired the African, so called, primitive art but what is primitive about it? It is no longer called that except in inverted commas is it? The French have a new word for it, I don't remember but will find out. And you too have created a head dress of equal beauty with your words gathered and posed on your love's head, in her heart and in the writing of nature's charms, yes you have, you are in there with the wild beauty of the essence of nature's arts. You excel when in love, you son of a leaf, the fig maybe, no! Love from Ann who understands.