A Dove's World Of Peace Poem by Felix Bongjoh

A Dove's World Of Peace



(i)

The white and gray
half- moon paddles
a winged tapered canoe
of himself dissolved

into the flat carpet
of a soft and hard broken
cloud pulling a white
holed ripped sheet in drips

sprinkled by a yawning
painter's brush
splitting drips into stars,
eyes open, a light's flash.

O dove in waves
of air trailing its sky's walk
on a piece of flat earth
in a garden sliding,
no gate, no door,

but floating palisades
and rails of air building
a dove's walking track
in a swimming pool
of cream and silver light.
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(ii)

Drifting whirls of air spin
a white-bodied mass
of winged cotton
a high air boat, sky all sails.

a grey and white cloud
of a little man,
floating in a watery mass,

the cream cloud
dissolving him into air's
glass pulled by a layer
of flattened light.

It flattens and weaves
a drifting air's rippled lake,
the sea we don't see,
but see him sail through it,

pulling himself on earth's
floor, as if on a skating
board along a layer of sky,

as height is ground
into floors of mist on ladders
of pale smoke

expanding on a plastic sheet,
hanging, a floating flowing
mid-air built of cream
cobwebs and woven dust,

earth full of heavy feet
and boots glued to clay
when all is wet with no strings
to hang on, but gossamer
strands and threads of air.

(iii)

What smooth bird
in an oval cotton ball
cuts through
the sky, spinning air's pull

and push like helices
hurled through layers
of air into a shifting ceiling,

drifting in a cotton
white shirt dissolving
into talcum powder
and ash from a cool hearth.

He walks swimming
and swaggers more
swingingly than a penguin.

(iv)

He flies like a flower
cutting off his
petals on a wallowing
screen of air wheeled through
a floating mass of ions.

He floats within himself,
building a tower,
to which he rises floating
on the ground,
springs in his neck.

When air pulls itself
on a floor neither on sky's glassy
carpet, nor a dirt floor,

a bird pushing a neck in springs,
as stars of peace sail down
on earth with the butterfly wings
of a dove's walk of peace.

Monday, September 7, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: bird,peace
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Felix Bongjoh

Felix Bongjoh

Shisong-Bui, Cameroon
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