Monday, February 23, 2009
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Monday, February 23, 2009
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Calumet of our ancestors
shielded jealously like an infant
buried alive like imhotep
On our alley
lives this Vintage, antique
(we walk heedlessly on it)
for decades
Today…
my father stumbles on this treasure
where he could be lost on his armchair
on the terrace;
sending - goodwill message to the moon -
alluring redolence to the gods
exorcising our turmoil
He discovered how to
exhale his wounds
away through a siphon
via the token of peace
freeing ivory Soaring birds –
to spin freely on a dusking sky
far from here
their aerie in a blank air
When he blinks
he bids farewell to his fret;
when he hems
a wound says "I am heal"
Tomorrow…
some men are coming
to sniff their nose around
from the museum – I presume
for my father's treasure.
shielded jealously like an infant
buried alive like imhotep
On our alley
lives this Vintage, antique
(we walk heedlessly on it)
for decades
Today…
my father stumbles on this treasure
where he could be lost on his armchair
on the terrace;
sending - goodwill message to the moon -
alluring redolence to the gods
exorcising our turmoil
He discovered how to
exhale his wounds
away through a siphon
via the token of peace
freeing ivory Soaring birds –
to spin freely on a dusking sky
far from here
their aerie in a blank air
When he blinks
he bids farewell to his fret;
when he hems
a wound says "I am heal"
Tomorrow…
some men are coming
to sniff their nose around
from the museum – I presume
for my father's treasure.
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4 comments:
Good one.
koyemi o.honestly, i'd have loved to drop a 'yeah-i'm-a-thinker-too-so-i-know-where-u're-coming-from' comment, but now, im vexing at my aptitude(no thanks 2 ur Anglo-Adhesive Glue)...even @ the 2nd read-thru! Unbind this piece. Let it loose.
lol...the topic here is not carved from our background neither does it have so much relevance to our 'whats up' world.
Peace pipe is the long fluit-like tobacco pipe of the North American indian's origin. Some of our fathers adopted the style then as it was some kinda swagger swagger thing lol(some people still smoke with it though)
Now, imagine this antique that has been buried for decades turning out to be a problem solving piece for my father and the entire household.
What i did with this is adding some sort of spirituality, history and an imaginative connection of our age to some age
This piece is written in three parts:
yesterday - describing this treasure and how it was kept.
'shielded jealously like an infant
buried alive like imhotep' (imhotep, an allusion from the movie-the mummies).
Today- was found by my dad; became a source of his joy.its scent brings goodluck.
'where he could be lost on his armchair'
'alluring redolence to the gods'
'exhale his wounds
away through a siphon'
...the last stanza(tomorrow) of the poem describes how valuable treasures may be extorted from real owners.
It's a contest entry on a poetry website - the topic is our prompt.
It's a difficult one even for me, so u don't have any reason to be vexing at ur aptitude.
I hope i've been able to unbind!
(CLAPS OUT LOUD) YES!!!! Got it now. U did a good job "unbinding". Very poetic and ingenius. There's a universal appeal in it that i can parallel with the political law of cyclic karma pervading Nigeria. Agagu (a "scape" out of other caught or soon-to-be-caught "goats")rigs the election. He buries the breathing corpse of truth and justice. Basking in the fantasies of forwarded ambitions. Soon, the law finds the buried truth and so, today, mimiko emerges from the precipice, and takes back what has been denied and stolen from innocent citizens...Conscience.
Very good
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