Because we do not preserve memories from decay
By immersing them in vessels filled with formalin,
I tried to remember you today- your smell, your kiss
The beats and lyrics of the songs you said your heart
Sang for me, but I can’t remember any.
Is there a word for the way poets feel when
They realize that their fondest memories are husks-
A pile of grain chaffs- which the winds can blow away
After poems have been winnowed from them?
Can anyone tell us why some love stories are so short
That the reader has barely chewed the first mouthful
Before he looks down and finds an empty plate
With a glass of tears beside it, to wash it down
On nights like these, when insomnia burgle my thoughts
And questions crawl under my duvet to gangbang me,
I whisper your name into the hollow you left in my heart,
And only an echo of silence bounces back- no pain, no hurt
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The poem, "Sugar on wet Sand" by Omodero David, is experimental and daring. The poet is set to take the #poetrycommunity by storm and our fingers are crossed.
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"Along Came Love" by Zubair Hassan Baba, is what we might refer to as brilliant historical fiction. You may smile or sigh but surely, you will fall deeply in love with Zubair's storytelling style at the end of it all.
Read story here: https://eboquills.com/2021/05/01/along-came-love-a-short-story-by-zubair-hassan-baba/
"...I am the voice of reason,
That dance not to the deceitful tone
Of political eloquence and propaganda
I am the voice above religious hypocrisy and sycophancy
Truth is my warrant and change is my cause..."
Who Hears Me? By Etim Bassey Onyam
Read here: https://eboquills.com/2021/04/24/one-poem-by-etim-bassey-onyam/