Tuesday, March 04, 2014

Flowers Whisper Too

Like rose petals on fertile porches
Germinating off cremation ash in cold ceramics;
Life for some.
Lybia, you know the grass does not promise to stay green
You know,
Where gossip by earth to wind
Is almost soundlessly sneaked
Hurriedly,
Ear to ear
Time and a few mouthfuls of dirges
Meet and merge

A collage of calabashes have collected enough drunk tears
Here,
Where music loses colour
To forever's fingers across the years,
Solitary; moment and mood
Mixed with melancholic vibes
Dimming from a distance
The light history throws
In three dimensions, traversing through twelve songs,
The ones clocks tell
Times a-plenty

Till night cuts away harsh sun's voice
Let dusk find these longing words
On every leaf of lost trees
Next to flowers whispering
Secrets of lonely beauty



(c)KW 03032014




2 comments:

  1. Once again Kwame captures the all too often lyric in hiding. I particularly liked "A collage of calabashes have collected enough drunk tears here". A fine poem.

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  2. Till night cuts away harsh sun's voice
    "Let dusk find these longing words
    On every leaf of lost trees
    Next to flowers whispering
    Secrets of lonely beauty"

    Your words require deep understanding, I always read and read for vivid meanings...#dope

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