Poetry

August 28, 2015 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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By

Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju

 

 

crumbs of yesterdays

 

 

i

 

we cupped the rays of the sun in our hands for the blessings of sunshine for dreamt dreams they slipped through the lines of our fingers scorching our palms in fainted embers we cried…we groaned…we moaned…

 

the chlorophyllous branches booed

chorused jeers on the strings of a mocking wind…

 

that our dreams are stale and now the sun is angry…

who shall entreat the sun for us…

little tendrils?

 

 

 

ii

 

we sickled the twinkling fruits of the night sky to brooch our clothes of our dreamt dreams for we doubted not the fallacy that stars do fall…

but these twinkling fruits melted into shooting stars and rendered our eyes victims of  blindness…

 

time mocked our death of blindness

in the songs of our crawled destiny in the race of time…

 

that our dreams are stale and now stars do not fall who shall entreat the stars for us…

shabby clothes of dreams?

 

 

 

iii

 

tonight we took cups of the milky moon

to nurture the breeds of our dying dreamt dreams for we thought the moon a kind mother to soothe our scenes of the angry sun and the proud bloom of stellar fruits but the milk was sour and did burn the scrolls of our imaginations…

 

the owl laughed in wan hoots

and the trees swayed in excitement at our sulk of sorrow

 

that our dreams are stale and now the milky moon is sour…

who shall entreat the moon for us…

for our cots of dreams?

 

 

 

iv

 

don’t they say we are dreams of tomorrow?

but when is tomorrow while forlorn dreams die daily?

when ancient yesterdays still steal the dawn of tomorrows and constantly place us in these light lies full of darkness?

that we are dreams for their dreams…consciences seared with deception

 

it is true that a child that knows how to wash his hands well will not have enough to eat with the elders…

 

this paradox shall speed these hands…a hasty well wash…

and our green tomorrows shall cease to munch crumbs of yesterdays!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju

Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju hails from Osun State, Nigeria and lives in Abeokuta, Ogun State. He is a teacher of English language and has a B.A(ED) in English from the University of Ilorin, Nigeria. His poems are published and reviewed on poetry sites and online magazines and blogs here. He loves to work with great minds.

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