Poetry

November 28, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

George Osodi

 

By

Aremu Adams Adebisi

 

 

A basketful of water

 

 

they come dressed in garbs

of esoteric wars

as their tongues devoured heads

into sleep and silence;

yesterday stirs on her bamboo bed

in the reminiscence of confections

wrapped with bitterleaves…

 

the smell of dust and blood

now rent the ominous sky,

our brothers are sands with live coals

flaming the feet into forbidding…

they are the outsiders whose griefs

become plangent than the bereaved

 

that through their dawns we witness

the rising of the scorching sun

in rays not as blunt as during the day

but when the sun sets in his chest

and night is a head-load of the sunrays

we would know who always calls at us

with a basketful of water.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reflections

 

 

If you can write the way I write

In freeverse, rhymes and lyric lines,

I bet you’ll find yourself the right

Of being a muse that redefines.

 

If you can write the way I write

In words that soothe a lonely day,

I bet you’ll find yourself the might

To bear the sunlight by its ray.

 

If you can write the way I write

And learn the hush of nature’s mirth,

I bet you’ll find yourself the light

That sieves the aging from the birth.

 

If you can write the way I write

After you’ve turned an enthusiast,

I bet you’ll find yourself the sight

Of that real you in death and past.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aremu Adams Adebisi

Aremu Adams Adebisi is a lover of literature with distinct works of art published on national and international platforms. He is an undergraduate of Economics and a beneficiary of considerable literary awards.

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