the words that I wish
to write elude me
like the chilly airy night winds
that cannot be clasped
...
Never believe a poet when
he begins to sing;
like the songful birds on
tree tops at break of break of day
...
Each passing day like
a courier, comes with
picturesque souvenirs
of the past; with bitter-sweet
...
Your mystic euphonious voice
In the surreal-like labyrinth
Of my mind; resonate, with
The reverberating cadence
...
would you let me write you
a serenade, lovey?
a sensational heartsong
about the mushy things
...
let me take you on a date
to Paris, lovey
at heart and in panoramic metaphors
...
Emmanuel Karibi Obuala was born in Port Harcourt, Rivers State, Nigeria on the 23rd of May 1994.)
Perplexity
the words that I wish
to write elude me
like the chilly airy night winds
that cannot be clasped
and my thoughts, far fetched in pieces
along the wayside
like broken glass in the sun;
sans string, sans harmony,
can't be gathered together
into a concrete mould of poetry
but hand picked, hard as it is,
like spilled grains, in random
in random fragments of solitude held
together apart by a complex
array of perplexities.
© Emmanuel Karibi Obuala (Tari-yai)
2020.