Anatomy of Elegy
in mid-air a swinging scythe splinters a red bird
into smithereens of soulless songs coagulated
into powdery grey splattered on the fluffy forehead
of the sky. the unchristened arc; to fly is to be chary
of sharp things springing from earth’s belly.
is this not the chorus of every contemplation?
the greenery in earth’s veins is gutter of ghosts:
every root, rattled into murk remedies,
resurges with four hundred and forty hertz
of ache. we do not pray to be broken but
what are our bones without fractured oboes?
what are fractured oboes without lush larynxes
layered into dispositions of apocalyptic homecomings?
in mid-sermon, through a dale of wayfarers,
a clarinet runs an errand of death, the world
whisked into hypnotic melodies, a headset,
a watch weary of time, and feet fast-forwarding
to terminuses tainted by tongues of the tasteless.
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Poem: Osieka Osinimu Alao
Image: 8926 from Pixabay
Perfect choice of words, well articulated.
Well done.👏👏
Wow✨
It’s a beautiful piece with an amazing diction and vision.
What a great and insightful poem!
This is impressive thou’.
Looking forward to read more of this.
To fly is to be chary of the sharp things springing from earths belly ……….
cautiously pampering my part through the journey of greenery existence.
This poem is a masterpiece! The words flow effortlessly, evoking deep emotions and leaving a lasting impact.
D poem left me in deep thought of the terminus we all have to face.
You should write more poems. You’re that good.
Well done 👍
To call this poem ‘rich with metaphors’ will be an intolerably unforgivable understatement. The crisp and bigger-than-life use of imaginary is beyond simply just superb. This piece is something to lie on your back facing the blue sky on your couch, and while you stylistically and calmly sip on your tea, to reflect and contemplate about.
Wow, that poem is absolutely incredible!