Do not tell me that death is an anaerobic sleep,
And like the whale which swallowed Jonah,
It’d spew my son at the tideless shore of bliss,
Just to muffle my mournful wail!
If you must, let your coffin first sail on a sea of dirges,
And you, with the blade of curiosity,
Have slit open the belly of graves;
Then you can wag your tongue
On my bed, lies unclad grief and death- seductively becks
And I hang on, because you speak of a nightmare,
Awaiting folks who by the lullaby of suicide, slumber sweetly.
Wait till we regurgitate your last words and of its cud, chew,
Wait till you have watched the barren black night, birth light,
And confirmed that the grave is a footpath to eternal delight;
Until then, do not tell me that death is a luminous darkness
Here are some #writingcontests and prizes you can enter your work this month. These prizes are FREE to enter, so all you have to do is just #write:
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Our #MCM for the week is Saddiq Dzukogi @SaddiqDzukogi. His collection of poems, “Your Crib, My Qibla”, has earned rave reviews since its recent publication.
Award-winning poet, Ilya Kaminsky, describes it as a “stunning, memorable book”!
You had your voice,
yet silence was your outburst ..."
In this #poem, Ojo Emmanuel writes about loss, grief, and the long painful journey to healing. It is a sad, sensational poem & worth the #read.
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