For Victoria and Michael
What are smiles
if they fade easy?
a young leaf falls off
into wind’s wings
a fruit unripe
and earth says its fair.
and earth says its fair.
Where you once were
(somewhere deeper than here)
– a fire,
now a larger fire.
I don’t know where you are.
if a god or a fiend welcomes you,
bathe in flames or flowers.
I know you know how well to make joy out of everything.
Hello good people. I can no longer pretend to be young. Adulthood reminds me of that every time . But i discovered that poetry and love allows me to always be young, naive and careless.
So to prevent adulting, i have penned down these memories, emotions in a very personal and brutally honest way.
I am pretty sure for anyone who has loved young or loved wild, or runs into the arms of the moon at night, lonely and in fear of loving. These poems are for you.
If i could write in water by O. Chiedozie Kelechi Danjuma
the seventh earthquake,
me – you,
irreversible fragments make a new universe
where you are both edge
and a river
folded into a moan.
You say I write so I have the words sometimes it fails like now
it’s failing no sense in any word to describe you on the bed sheets
planets are orbiting my head heaven is cloistered in a small room
sun inside your legs an apparition immaculate no words no words
just light glistening light.
For these flowers would still bloom for you, even in concrete.
I call this alchemy,
I call it magic,
My soul is knit, and the entire tapestry
is a single feeling of complete.
this must be how God feels.
of what use is the universe if I cannot breed your warmth?
this is where I have put my breath, in your petals, lily,
in your petals,
twin moon to my world
i have cast my nets into the sea that is your eyes,
& I’d remain ashore,
you who is air, end & a cluster of flowers burst in rain,
I would throw your name into the afternoon wind,
stretching it into the corners of places distant,
I would say I love you in different tongues,
I would write it on your tongue.
Broad street, Lagos,
I am walking into you again,
into streets and scents familiar.
purple. laughter & natural hair
days have passed without me knowing home,
long walks. lone nights & air
in my eyes
and formed a dripping song
into the mouth of
the canary who sings of lost distances
& a man broken. a man bare,
hugging the wind tightly
and naming it after you.
say it like Yahweh.
a part of you is on everything
created and yet made,
i am walking into you again,
pic credit : Kosoluchi
If you would turn,
cast just a single gaze at me,
you would see the river that leads back home.
It’s waters are rising
falling in drops.
Every single tear carries your face,
like altar boys with holy bread.
So if you’d still leave,
do not look back.
I would be the night clouds,
in search of little stars that would be light.
Do not miss my presence ,
I would be the prodigal finding happiness in lost lands.
My roots spreading, searching for new soil.
But if you,
like the wild birds that fly miles back to their home,
come back to me,
In the light of your dawn,
all darkness of mine shall be undone.
all days before that day erased
all earlier words rephrased and lost in the welcome of your eyes.
I would be a wild flower and a blooming rainbow
Unfolding, revealing, restating my love for you
In a splash of colours.
_pic credit: Ani Brendan_____________