By
Michael Kwaku Kesse Somuah
RESUME
to Adwoa Asantewaa Nyamekye, with love
You sent me to the world
Through the mild darkness
Of masked cloud
In a rumored passion of rain
Drawn from heavenly gift.
It was a journey.
A weave of knowing myself.
By rolling stones,
Matching the rippling wave
Breeding sustenance
In dawning love
Burnt out of illusion
Into a wholly man.
But,
I fear the next life
After death,
And for that, will live good even if we fall out of love.
POETRY TENETS
(to my dear brother, Agyei Adjei Baah with Love)
Poetry is divine
whereas God is God
It is my all in all.
Poetry is a cult
whereas ‘sex’ is a goddess
It is an aura of worship
but could as well be a symbol of divide
when ‘uncondomized’ in a clotted scene
of inspirited politics and sin
Poetry is the library of the Greeks
whereas brains are the museum of mortal men
It is a treasured verse of time
that sinking sand cannot whisk
Poetry is an art of thought
a myriad of interpretation.
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