I know my soul is a complex of ballads &odes,
A barn where harvested poems are stacked,
But let me stare into your eyes, my fair one,
For there are sonnets scribbled therein,
Written in verses of infernous passion
& If only you’d affix your hands in mine,
We will become an anthology of poems,
To be read by our estranged lovers-
The ones who promised to be rainbows
To scare away the floods of gloom,
But left when clouds gathered in our eyes.
The curvy figures of speech may become amoebic,
For I have seen metaphors, melt like candle wax
And oxymoron, made morons out of poets;
But if we superimpose and become one poem,
&heated arguments tear us apart &break us into lines,
Even After enjambments have tried in vain to keep us together,
My fair one, we will surely be re-united by verses.
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.
#poetrycommunity #poets #WritingCommunity
Creativity and simplicity cohabiting in one literary piece, quite a rarity these days!
We loved this story, @ewoe_nam
We still do 👏🏾👏🏾
I am happy to announce that my story has found a home with @eboquills🥳 https://eboquills.com/2021/02/23/brach-and-ara-a-short-story-by-ghanaian-writer-ewoenam-kukah/
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