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SALIENT BLESSING On days like this My wishes turn sour Remembering the sound of your laughter Holding onto the reins your humour threw Remembering your rants, insecurities and all Pushing me into a heap that never forms Ava; forever, together as turtle doves in Denver I hold on to the shadow unleft Cleft, bent, swept unknown yet renowned unseen and covered But like cover stories, The first pages of magazines Hold your face, story and all But do they see this? as I do or no Does your name ring bells In the world as in my heart? or I'm back with my wordless questions with no audience to listen or nod Am I this me or it's just you this inspiration, Method, Moment, Melody, Music, That pushes my pen and ignites lines unknown as you remain unknown and I ***** endless apologies. When will this end? This era of parading filth, Homes in disarray, men bound to labour, Women as men in labour What will befall the children The testimonies of God's goodness Evidence of creation not evolution facts to hold on to Moving miracles in torn clothes When will this truly end? Leaving this diversion, I still honour you my grandmother Silent heroine, moulder and mentor taking in all the guile fighting in weakness holding on in pain carving out tomorrow's moments from today's baggage pleading not with nature Demanding nothing absurd but silently unknown I scream to the world Wishes never last as dew they know not when they leave holding nothing, taking non leaving the earth neither wet nor dry But not you making impacts silently giving good Despite the receipts I hold nothing back as I rant of your good Nnem ukwu onye efoma You are blessed among women.
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
SALIENT BLESSING
SALIENT BLESSING On days like this My wishes turn sour Remembering the sound of your laughter Holding onto the reins your humour threw Remembering your rants, insecurities and all Pushing me into a heap that never forms Ava; forever, together as turtle doves in Denver I hold on to the shadow unleft Cleft, bent, swept unknown yet renowned unseen and covered But like cover stories, The first pages of magazines Hold your face, story and all But do they see this? as I do or no Does your name ring bells In the world as in my heart? or I'm back with my wordless questions with no audience to listen or nod Am I this me or it's just you this inspiration, Method, Moment, Melody, Music, That pushes my pen and ignites lines unknown as you remain unknown and I ***** endless apologies. When will this end? This era of parading filth, Homes in disarray, men bound to labour, Women as men in labour What will befall the children The testimonies of God's goodness Evidence of creation not evolution facts to hold on to Moving miracles in torn clothes When will this truly end? Leaving this diversion, I still honour you my grandmother Silent heroine, moulder and mentor taking in all the guile fighting in weakness holding on in pain carving out tomorrow's moments from today's baggage pleading not with nature Demanding nothing absurd but silently unknown I scream to the world Wishes never last as dew they know not when they leave holding nothing, taking non leaving the earth neither wet nor dry But not you making impacts silently giving good Despite the receipts I hold nothing back as I rant of your good Nnem ukwu onye efoma You are blessed among women.
** nnem ukwu on ye efoma means my grand mother with a good heartheart.
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
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