I Am A Little Planet... Poem by Merlin Mwaura

It is like losing my vocabulary,
Losing an integral part of me,
Which I know glows ever more dim.
It is silently thinning away,
Letting reality blunt and un-marvel it,
So I pick up an eager routine behind closed doors,
A disinterest to decipher people and their ways,
Stooping as low as stereo typing,
Color marking and cramming.
The death of color runs in my eyes,
As life undo’s and un-intends…
itself on my conscience.
Is this where they clip my wings?
Pluck every liberal follicle on my head,
Tame the span of my flight,
Riddle me with volcanic ash?
My mind’s a maze
for the wanton and care free…
following a channeling voice over speaker phone,
might as well be dead and gone.
But an occasional butterfly,
Disrupts this enslavement,
Ever so delicate and imposing,
My presence here is likewise felt,
For I am a little Planet!

The tyres caress with the gravel,
the old men play guitars,
our girls dance with the rain drops,
the boys are going to war!
they are gone to conquer our world,
Having dreams for dreams,
with little details coming amiss,
in their translation to this world.
but press on they must do,
write their letters an' close with glue,
to leave their ladies with some clue,
that the heart still feels so blue,
from the teasing scurry of heels,
lips...tips...and imaginings,
the readiness an' mask of skin,
praise their ripe and vigorous form,
with cliche an' modern norms,
from a little lonely planet!

Little ant lines can impress,
for nature holds more order than chess,
even poet lines hold no less,
free thinking so compressed,
to enable mental plug-in,
freeing minds from collapsing,
under vague and impish thoughts...
Poetry is like a home,
with strange an' visible influence,
like space, time an' matter...
it reveals what works in this world,
we are made of proud influences,
n' time has never walked by,
some have made conversation,
aging with words so gracefully.
like you, poetry has a pulse...
and now it will have to wane,
emptying into an ocean,
space;
that room for invention,
sums up my narration,
from me an' my nation,
I am a little Planet...