HOLE AND CORNER

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Hole and Corner - Commune Writers

I am a shy boy, brown-skinned,
Dark haired and beautiful,
Scribbling unsaid poetry
On white paper.

You will find my thoughts here!
I am melancholy, sad eyes,
Grave and gloomy,
Like the slow hymns of a Christian sonata,
Holding me static on the pews
That filled my church –
Prison!

Imprisoned like Odysseus in Ogygia,
While my Calypso was the unattractive
Burden of solitude,
That ensorcelled me with her endless
Boasts of being peaceful and quiet.

I am the creator of that shadow
Silhouetted on the wall
Of the other side of my bedroom,
Weaving words like clothes,
Making metaphors into fabrics,
From Aso-Oke, regal and graceful
To English suits and ties.
You will find me everywhere!

From coasts to coasts,
Stitching fragments of the figments
Of my imagination,
Bringing them into life.

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That sound of the heart pulsating,
Beating its existence;
A ‘dhak-dhak’ followed by a ‘lub-dub’
Words flowing like blood,
Flowing like freshly tapped palm wine,
Dripping across the bark of a brown Calabash.
Call it POETAILORY!

I am a shy boy, brown-skinned,
Dark haired and beautiful,
Backbencher and bottom of the class,
Scribbling unsolicited poetry
While the teacher is teaching.
My education lives here!

I am caution thrown into the wind,
Pouring my feelings into words,
Words oscillating between prose
And Poetry,
Hidden meanings meant for my lover’s eyes.

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Written by Goodluck Agu
agugoodluck@yahoo.com


 

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