Black And White

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I clamor on the street 
Watch it wave like trees
I knew I wasn't free
Life is becoming a bee

I walk far from homeland 
Became a pathfinder 
The leaves round me are brown
Need walk to green land 

Home became a security lane 
Walk miles to sustain 
They watches like I'm insane 
With guards that constrain 

Land fully rich with milk and honey 
My Thoughts yawn to sow
My feelings crave for harvest 
Brown devourers everywhere 

From south I walk north
With little life of water, 
I clinched the desert 
Rounded with dejected souls 

Angry they are night and day
Ahead lies the fresh vegetation
Body already weaken 
Soul receiving invitation 

Languages were strange
The whole body down to earth 
My ears refused to leave 
As the soul invitation is declined

Woke up in hands of greenlanders
Everywhere became dazzling 
The faces full of love 
They called me lucky

Invitations rolling in
Streets full of greens
Felt the difference between lines
Home away from home.

◄ Mad House

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Kporho Raphael Oyeke

Fri 31st May 2019 08:29

Afishamongmany

Thanks a lot.

Appreciations from this end...

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afishamongmany

Mon 27th May 2019 14:26

Hey Kporho - ok got it. Now the line is no longer a puzzle but a rich piece in a rich poem. Clinched derives from old English 'clench', to hold tight as in wrestling. So maybe, I had a close experience with the desert and survivedt?
Go well
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Kporho Raphael Oyeke

Sun 26th May 2019 12:59

Afishamongmany

Thanks for taking me back, it was actually (clinched) and not cliched.

Once again thanks!

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Kporho Raphael Oyeke

Sun 26th May 2019 12:54

Dorothy Webb

You make me wanna laugh.

Thanks.

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Dorothy Webb

Sat 25th May 2019 08:25

Kporho

The second stanza sets a clear picture

"with guards that constrain" sounds chilling.
I am left wanting to know more.

Dorothy

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afishamongmany

Thu 23rd May 2019 15:21

Hello KRO - interesting poem giving rise to many images and trains of thought.
Could you explain "I cliched the desert" ? I don't understand the verb.
Go well
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