Tuesday Poem by Gbenga Adesina
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(For K)
The things she says to me
I hide in stones.
Opal, sapphire, etchings like
pressed magnolia.
Eyes are the inner light of prophecy.
Let me be Orpheus. Sculpt O out of Oma
My woman is in the other room
translating Swahili into silence.
The alphabets curl like loss.
The vowels yodel, they open like the love of a child.
The things I say to her she keeps in olive
or wind, rain or the cities of my skin as they
open like the
love of a child.
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Gbenga Adesina is the author of acclaimed poetry chapbook, Painter of Water.
Wow. Reads like music; sleepily driving home the point. This is brilliant poetry. Gbenga Adeshina writes with a rhythmic finesse that is both interesting and sweet at once..
Great. Hoping to see more from this Icon.