Frank Bana Poems

The island in the distant places
Of my soul is quiet and light
Surrounded by savannah lake
A small ocean of sand, acacia
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I want to get lost in a poetry workshop
Walk in a garden at 5 am
Even start to believe in a God again
Because you came to me in Love
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Here she walks in the shade of solitary hills
Hair swaying, skin browned, cotton shirt upon her back
And sandals open to the dust, the camera hangs from her neck
And nestles on her breast. She frames
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The little girl in floral bathing wear
stretched out her arms and laughed and tried
to influence the heedless tide
that tugged at her delicate ankles and toes
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The desk on which I wrote first poems
Six-liners, desperately in love
The LPs carried down the street
In case we met, I might impress
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Shining in the Sixties on the far side of a hill
London haze by day, stars in waiting for the dawn
Kitchen windows gazing on a garden well enclosed
Bedroom looking down upon a white carpeted lawn
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I released a masterpiece
When none of you were listening
The sounds of silence were deafening
You must have been out for the summer
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A storm broke at dawn

Trees on the power lines
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I will spring the closing trap
And jump the disappearing train
Shaking loose the dust of time
And distortions from my brain
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Pull back a long way, plant your feet,
Consider Loneliness from afar
Keep steady gaze until he grows familiar.
Your look eases the fear, your unease too
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