I will be going home soon....lol
My eyes are clogged in the shadows of betrayal
My legs have gone astray
The world has never smiled at me, though
But at this junction, I will go back home
Plead with my blood to accept me when I can
To have my eyes clung unto it
For now, I will go home and plead
I have sworn within my walls
Where summers and winters never come
The autumn deserted me for so long a time
Moreover, no one has ever consoled me when I cry
I want to listen to the geckos sing within my scurvy room
I want to hear Mama's pestle and mortar battle together
I want to hear Papa's palm wine tumblers shrink
I want to hear Grandma's sweetened stories
It has been so long, that the cashew tree sang for me
The frangipani trees swiped below the whistling pines
In addition, the village town crier rang his bell
And the Chief summoned us all to the hall
Lo, the mahogany tables in my room ask for me
The dogs want me back
The birds have lost me, and want me to listen to their sonorous voice
The winds want me to whisper poems into the air
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
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Written on 2006-05-26 at 13:51
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It Is Time To Go Home To Everyone
I have wandered away for so long a timeMy eyes are clogged in the shadows of betrayal
My legs have gone astray
The world has never smiled at me, though
But at this junction, I will go back home
Plead with my blood to accept me when I can
To have my eyes clung unto it
For now, I will go home and plead
I have sworn within my walls
Where summers and winters never come
The autumn deserted me for so long a time
Moreover, no one has ever consoled me when I cry
I want to listen to the geckos sing within my scurvy room
I want to hear Mama's pestle and mortar battle together
I want to hear Papa's palm wine tumblers shrink
I want to hear Grandma's sweetened stories
It has been so long, that the cashew tree sang for me
The frangipani trees swiped below the whistling pines
In addition, the village town crier rang his bell
And the Chief summoned us all to the hall
Lo, the mahogany tables in my room ask for me
The dogs want me back
The birds have lost me, and want me to listen to their sonorous voice
The winds want me to whisper poems into the air
Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
Read 657 times
Written on 2006-05-26 at 13:51
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