Dear,
Do I speak to you or my mere self?
Thrust at the mirror, my gaze beholds
Hollow echoes of a second self;
Who?
Words.
Countless words.
A litany of lyrics,
Splattered,
Flung and fluttering,
In the wind’s naked dance.
Dear,
My heart is a pouch of speeches, sealed –
The prison of unuttered speeches, caged;
In the crater froths the rhythms,
In my womb of words,
A multitude is past the stroke of nine.
Labour-cries, volcanoes erupt –
I vent the thunderous echoes of my soul –
Lightning piercing the darkest silence.
Ah! Can you not feel,
The intensity of waves
Emanating from the nucleus of my being?
The aura satiates the matrix of space –
The limits of our domain.
“…He is dyed the colours of love.”
Dear,
I have made friends with birds,
Who sing songs at the rupture of night’s veil;
With butterflies,
Who about petals of blossoming marigolds, dance.
No tears, no cry, only dew drops,
When the night is past.
Poet (To the Dove):
Give her this letter and the letter “L”;
Give her your name without the “D”;
Tell her,
“The meekness of my heart is holy”.
Other poems by this griot are Exodus of Light and Yellow Stop
Ifeanyichukwu Avajah
Ifeanyi is a poet, artist and chartered chemical engineer. He has had several poems published in various anthologies: Night or Drift in Volcano of Voices; Sketch of Tomorrow (a prophetic poem written few days before the massacre at OAU) in Passport to the Future; Transit of the Martyr was also published in For Ken for Nigeria, Scattered Patches in Confluence; Message to Mama in Onomoresua, among others. Fragments is Ifeanyichukwu Avajah’s first published collection of poetry. His second work Collage: Poems and Painting would soon be available to the public. He is currently working on a third collection, Revolt of the Elements. He is also the co-founder of Teambooktu.com.
