Butterfly Poem by Ikechukwu Ogbuike

All that was we ever desired was a nectar and a pollen
But winter came and drove them on a pilgrimage that left us with desires that are swollen
As they flee over the frozen glade in their haste, they look over their shoulder
As if to shrug off the pall that had taken over the dentures of this itinerant lover
Rain drops of dark grey skies that hid the indigo
Of all that was began a long time ago
We still bear the label of amigo
Ofcourse, without the sombrero
Broken promises
That filters out as mucous through blocked sinuses
It tells us for a fact that here, there is no sun
Perhaps we could refer to an alternative warmth like … a bottle of rum
There is no more gaiety
There is no more of that society
Where love could wait for the end of the week
Before smearing this red lip stick on the face of those who had lost what they seek
This is now a season of planting … planting a heart break
Where reason is denied for a fresh burst of ache
No man no cry
Still we end up hustling for that same old ride
To a vegetation that soon takes shades of grey
And no forthcoming answers to the questions of what and where
Joy moseys along with the rest of the cup to lie comatose along this forgotten trail
To be trod on by those in a hurry who refuse to see why those ahead of them always fail
Sometimes we look for a reason too soon
To explain what in some quarters may require no season
Hearts broken because the telephone rang at nine
To an audience that lethargy had lying supine
Yet we were such a lover
Without any idea it was over
Rivers of ying, streams of yang
With not much appetite for what yesterday brang
If we get bellicose it should not be on top of a hibiscus
There are better heartfelt melodies on top of this paradise we need to discuss
When the story was told it ended in an epithet
That was how we got to know we were not the first
Now here we be, scavengers in debris
What we used to love has obliterated every known hubris
Was it time that told the lie?
That if the moon meets the sun one of them will die
So they have always walked differently since forever
Love is not intended for those who are too quick to say never
We offer no apologies as we begin to plant those flowers again
We have cried all the tears to cry in the absence of the rain
The time has come once more to follow the root that is the route
The shrubbery that grows raspberries can once more be found at the end of this flute
There is nothing like hibiscus nectar to appeal to the bud
To see you dance again in this home made sun that shines abroad
Would be worth another lifetime of pun
And then some more fun
This summer continues to trail this fleeting touch of yours
Star dust tales that tell of your passage at four
We have told your secret to the month of March
Now all the seasons appear eager to join us in this endless search
When the morning wakes up to those who have remained bold
We will all be the flower bed waiting across the thresh hold