This is an attempt at emulating Bob Kaufman's "Round about Midnight." My brother has been challenging me to imitate other poets to expand my abilities and to develop more stylistic approaches to poetry. Though I must admit I am not very skilled at this negritude or black arts poetry. I am going to attempt to stay as close as possible to the rhyming scheme and the style while still making it more of a message I would wish to portray.
Sounds of family kiss our ear,
Round our breakfast table.
Sitting together, family,
Waffles, a feast, as we draw near,
Round our breakfast table.
Scrape of fork upon plate,
Round our breakfast table.
These gatherings, rare, like a fate,
Round our breakfast table.
We in whisper shout our dreams,
Coarsely voicing soft themes,
Round our breakfast table.
Come all, it's time we leave,
Round our breakfast table.
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