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Will you,
Let clouds gather
In front of your eyes,
And drop from them salty oceans?
Will you
Pour the water on the burning embers,
Let the pain burn to ashes,
Lock my palm into yours
Tell me all is alright,
And that healing is
Not a dream so farfetched?
Will you,
Show me the light peering
Through the clouds,
Show me that rainbow
That fights this deluge…
To a halt, no more shade of grey.
Will you,
Tell me hope is hear
The chemotherapy,
The frequent visits
To the ones with needles?
Tell me!
The white I wear signifies hope
Not peace awaits,
Tell me!
That once it’s done
My daughter may suckle milk
From these breasts my dear.
Will you
Tell me that
I’ll be that success story
The woman who beat cancer,
Even though tears of blood still stream
My face,
Each pain by night
Crushes my skull?
By
Mishley Otiende
Cinders lay strewn at the depth of my heart,
Choked words
Burning tongue,
Emanates from my mouth
A long chain of nothingness-
Silence reigns.
I type,
Send you infinite messages
I can’t convey orally,
Hands punch the letters on the keyboard,
Phone doesn’t get tired
Just sends the coded messages…
Remnants of a broken love.
Begins the conversation:
You speak in parables
Can’t get the gist of what you type
Conundrums hidden in sentences
Words
Making lemon honey.
The typing continues…
How do you feel?
PHAYPPNU
What do you think of us?
NDMA
Do you still love me?
NHTIK OS
Should we go out tomorrow?
ONGGI TUO TWIH ORYU DFIREN.
You talk in riddles
Fear coming out clean
Giving me puzzles for me to solve
Beat my strings to a heavy crescendo
And pave way for the fall of the tune to the diminuendo.
Human as I am
I learn to walk away after
Solving your puzzle
Not getting the chance to explore your labyrinth
Having embers still burning in my heart
Ashes I wait
To heal the hurt
Inside another puzzle you couldn’t solve:
I OVLE OYU.
So you were a virgin twice?
…
Where were you last night?
…
What did you do?
…
Who did you sleep with?
…
How was it?
…
Amidst full stops
I speak,
I ask
Still yet
No forthcoming answer
Only fluent silence permeating our conversation
Only whispers from people around us
Only rumours that I hear from vile mouths.
We’d be together
We’d sit at that hotel
At Palmsprings
Dream of the perfect future…
Wedding at the costas of Mombasa
Walk across sand as soft as your walnut skin
Babies, two, three or maybe even four
Renata, Andreas, and maybe
Little Margarita or Theo.
Living in this house of glass
No mud exists to dirty our sparkling feet
Nor dirt whatsoever upon the clean, clean Earth
No doubt
No boiling hearts
And lemon-tasting words
No wasps in our mouth
No terror hide…
Just a bright future.
Yet full stops
Now,
A series of ellipses,
Making me wonder
When words ran out,
When the honey factory in your mouth
Depleted its reserves
When words became extinct,
When the altar cracked
The aisle was no longer what it used to be
The red carpet changed yellow –
The wedding gown becomes soiled
No longer sully
Dark as night
True as the lies you uttered.
The demons at the harbour shake at your sight,
The poison of the scorpion is underrated
The wind knows not of such shear destruction
The Earth spits,
A blub of saliva from another man’s mouth
Melts my inner core
Telling me of your atrocities
Saying that you are not the one I married.
Too many full stops between us,
A long speech of audible silence
A long chain of lies,
Say something…
You perceive it as a song
Just a refrain that I’ll sing
I wake up from my seat
Hurt
Wondering how I can forgive you
If you can’t just utter the words:
Please, forgive me.
Only full stops
Full stops exist between us.
Did I just fart? The first question propped up in your mind when others around you are holding noses while you aren’t. Of course, I farted. Yet I choose to defend myself. Still maintaining that same smile I had earlier by using the same back up statement I had used since I knew how to articulate words at a tender age: Farting is healthy, I would say. This magic made me forget and stopped vile comments hurled at me by peers.
I totally agree I have that farting problem and so does my friend (Lindsy) have another greater itch than mine. Actually, I can’t call it an itch – that is an understatement. Finding out that you are HIV positive is something else. The world goes bleak. Friends cease to exist. Ties break. But beyond the calamity, there is somebody watching. Somebody who cares. This should be the refrain you sing in your heart, Lindsy. Somebody cares. The poem below says it all.
Lindsay you must read this! I care.
WATER-RISE
Echoeing was a distant voice
And a nearer pain,
Ripples ran away from her feet
At the turbulence she caused
Upon the waters,
Swimming pool calm, soul transcending through different worlds,
Oscillating through different thoughts-
Her mind sang the same refrain
She had sang it long
She had gotten used to it.
She was that sameInnocent girl
Sitting at the edge of that swimming pool,
The same raging waters
With thirst of exploring the world,
Jump over heights unknown to Earth,
With elevated temperatures, boiling with eagerness,
To land with a thud,
Make known her presence.
However,As she sat at the edge of the swimming pool,
This time round
She was not that waterfall that raged upon the boulders,
Washing rocks clean
Following the path it set for itself,
Making its way down the stream,
Instead,
The water pushed upwards
Yearning for what it left above;
Perceived she,
She was that waterfall
That felt the pain of falling down.
Soon,Water rose to the top,
Wondered she whether she could feel the colours that existed then,
Whether now colours could be felt as she was taught by him,
Whether by smell she could sight the green again,
Whether the red in roses would be traced by touch,
She only thought…
If by one stroke of luck,
She’d notice the shimmering light
From the golden necklace she wore,
Or just notice the yellow of autumn
The green from spring,
The white with which winter identified itself,
Enveloped by darkness
She tranced in this world of thoughts.
She thought of Charles,Susan, Byron, Terry…
Does Charles still have a liking for beige?
Does Susan still soak herself in blood?
Is yellow yet a favourite of Byron?
Terry, does she still camouflage with the trees?
Were they taken into this dark world?
For she heard them at the school corridors,
Called out to them
But they seemed not to see her,
She only heard their pacing
As if they were looking for something-
A way to move away
Colours had ceased when everything went black.
At that edge,She felt the waters
Which touched her feet,
Left the tip of her dress sodden,
She wondered if she could hug
It as it were before,
She feared,
The dark world she was in
Throttled her,
She felt at peace at the waters
A piece of it,
Finally
She decided to join it
But too short before the stout figure of a woman came by,
And as Moses,
She got drawn out
Alive, kicking
Then she knew she had not lost all-
Her mother still existed
Watched her like a hawk.
Never thought he’d grow up to be a drunkard. That he’d dedicate such a poem to his dear wife. That such perseverance still exists. Vicissitudes of marriage stitched into this African-based poem leaves me with a thorny question: ”Can such tough love exist? “
BEYOND THE SMILE
Home-
Where rivers dried
And savannah grasslands had their stay,
In warm air,
Churning winds upon our visages
From dawn to dusk,
We’d run across the fields
Holding hands,
Sealing fate,
Making stories that we’d tell our offspring
Down the line.
Home-
Where I resided,
Where I sighted only one blossoming flower
In the den of shrub,
Cacti common to land
Grasslands vast…
Home brought me you
Home made us.
Home-
The sour taste of wedlock;
When after a few shots of tequila,
Drowning in liqour
Brooding with anger,
I would change from the infinite-running
Peaceful, blue sky
Into that raging hurricane –
You’d see the storm come in,
Tear the roof off your head for the night
Scathe your skin like lightning hitting tree trunks,
Flash death upon your tear-streaked eyes.
Home-
Upon the doorstep you slept on,
No doormat, no wooden floor,
Just rough stones as a bed
You’d still move in,
Smiling-
Believing it’s the omega
Yet you know it’s just the alpha….
You fear going back, maybe
You heavy with child and see it futile
-Let me just stay, storms don’t last forever;
You’d say so.
Home-
Broken windows
Shattered glass
Taste of steel upon thy mouth
You only see a dim light
You only have a dwindling hope
Look out into the night
For days,
Wondering where I’d run off to
Whether I’d found other wells I’d drink from,
Other flowers that finally sprouted
Bringing with them a blend of scents that snared me,
Home-
I’d still return
Having blows on my face
No strength to walk
Where on the doorstep I’d generate a thud
And you’d come out,
Smiling amidst sobs –
Happy I’ve returned,
Tirelessly, you drag me in
Then nurse me back to life.
Home-
Home is you
Home is us
Home is where I learnt
Beyond that smile
Lies love
Lies suffering
Lies tears
Lies all.
#poetry