Clothes, everywhere. Clothes removed with an urgency of passion that now seemed spent. Two lovers lying on a poster bed. Bed in a hotel room with its balcony door open. A sultry wind beckons at the soft curtains, raising it ever so lightly, like a practiced voyeur’s peep. Two naked heterosexual lovers. Young man engrossed […]
Take a piece of cloth,dip it in blackness,wrap it around the lamp,watch the light dim and disappear into blackness. Smile. Enjoy the darkness of your soul,let it wrap all around you till you are lost in it. Blackness. Darkness. Nothingness.
Welcome to the Tree, said the Branch I heard your 1st cry I was moved Like the centre of the universe shifted subtly And I thought of your tree Our tree I held you 15 minutes fresh in the world You scowled at me I couldn’t return the look. A near sighted man is immune […]
My magic isn’t found in one placeMagic is not sedentaryMagic is not plain and ordinary It is the ephemeral made real Like a kiss long overdue Like a dive into the open and unknown Of another person’s hidden It is the secret made plain Because you were ready Because you were hungry enough The divine […]
Clinical Cantos Of Consecrated Call Clinical Blues (Poems) By Dami Ajayi; WriteHouse Collective, Ibadan, Nigeria; 2014; 88pp There was a compelling need for me to do a review of Dami Ajayi’s poetry when I initially got a copy, only for me to end up spending all the time enjoying the book. I have to make […]
I sat on the width of a tree,read pages of poetic lettersin a quest for an acquisition spree. On several burning notes, we agree.Poetry is a pear tree, pick rhymes for free.Our clothed nakedness we lucidly see:The nakedness of nothingness,The nothingness of existence, our persisting existence. I chewed one-tenth of sane tenses interpreting the essence […]
An-Nur Al-Ain: Nakheelun Jameel When Medina was being blessed like a land that awaits respite after being trampled on, people stood like nakheels, backs confident in their verses of loyalty. Shoulders prostrated like they were the knees for that hour, palms joined as if in a meeting of destinies. The first call of obedience is […]
A Poem for Anne I knew of you first through your first daughter. She spun her love for you with words, human and herculean. She spoke of your resolve not to crumble with her as evidence; lesser women have torn their selves down for less. She thought she was telling me of her mom. I […]
A Kind of Dying When I said I miss you I meant the glistening beauty of your face & the gripping warmth of your embrace & the brook within your cleavage from which, I, thirsty, drink out my misery. When I said I miss you I meant your mellifluous voice, the cadence of your soft […]
Words hid in a corner dark with remembrance. Words dumb from scarred silence from long neglect ask me to speak – tongueless. Beautiful things sit beautifully in a bar called Bravado, full of insecure blandness. She sits cross-legged on a barstool, feet several inches of special – off the floor. Floors are resigned expressions. We […]