Emu Getachew Poems

How did we come to be here, ask me again?
Quietly, resting with our eyes ajar,
intoxicated by each others skin,
we are but silence wrapped in spell,
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I loved you without knowing you,
I loved you because I saw you in us,
No pride or ego, in which there is no I or you,
I laughed in your mouth,
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Transition…I think I am? I am a progression!
I am the vacancy between the alphabets.
My feet travel silently. Back and forth-side to side
with a blazing desire to transit. Asking who I am?
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I woke up this morning dressed in a wedding gown
Jeweled with lexis’s such as vow, companionship and docile
Neck line bejeweled with nouns, pronouns’ and syntaxes’
And the stitches with adjectives and the lining with an apostrophes
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Democracy was dressed with glitter of humility
And the moon sitting on a rocking chair, comforting baby equality
People gathered to pay tribute to his tapestry of words
Standing on the platform of oneness
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The forest fire, sneaking up with silence suggestions and
Exposing each branch to its flame
Communicating time passed; time gained; time promised
Between yesterday and tomorrow.
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It's like a loud gale...
scorching hundred miles an hour
leaving bruises at the brim of mother-earth
it never stops be it twelve noon or midnight
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I am but a stream between hard rocks
mountains sings for my arrival
while I soar like an eagle.
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You remember that day, that bright October day
when you my Lord, and my youthful lover argued endlessly
Do you remember that day?
When dawn sung her song of infidelity
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An empty canvas lying on the floor next to the night stand
Ashtray filled with cigarette butts
Curtain drawn, floor covered with specks of colors
Empty bottles of Red Johnny Walker
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