The Blues Poem by Olalekan Joseph Ajayi

The Blues



The kernel is split
Kola drowns the voice
Stifled limbs on drums
We do no' but spit
Squawking no noise
To lineal eardrums

Three harsh days it rained
My grit miscarried
Amidst thundery flays
My heartbeat morbid

I strain for the chimes
But…the blues…all blues

Yonks of twin-decades
Silence undignified
Will charity aid?
Or these shadows fade?

Kolanuts we consult
Two pieces face down
Rays pierce the dark stream
Through to accursed crowns
And the blues…the blues…

Twigs on contorted faces
Passages we thought hopeful
But…
Returned messages mournful
The blues, the blues keep singing

Question not my grey strands
The womb forsook my cries
My woes have gone untold
But…
The Blues
They never stop

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Olalekan Joseph Ajayi

Olalekan Joseph Ajayi

Owo, Ondo State, Nigeria
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