Evergreen Flower Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(i)

Thin creeping
pale green light woven
out of an arched feat,
the head
touching soles in a slashed sky.

A flash of lighting
across a cream sky
lands into feet,
toes thinning out into fibers of roots

below a cone's stem rising
like an arrow
to touch shards of a broken sky
beefing up

its torso with sea hue
and seaweed limbs scooped
from a bed of silt.

The flower's petals
spin emerald sea waves
unfolded
into seaweed sheets

to cover deserts
when they go dry,
and hollows devour pillows.

(ii)

Trees of sand dunes
must be climbed -

not felled and chopped
by a crow bar
crushing heads of everything

out of fright, when no leaves
whisper to you
and only dust mumbles

close to your mouth.
O lips
abandoned by the cut
and quartered ear

in the wind of a crashed moment
rising back up
in the woven pillar of a tornado

from the sole-dented
hollow of a giraffe-paced stride.

(iii)

In the desert of yourself,
where you dig out
the deepest gemstone

to build a green corolla
to hold the gold fire
of a flower, the sky turns green

for the sturdy branch
that lifts the world of parched lawns
into a sky of forest clouds.

Eagle-tailed rain showers
have dropped
with arrowed beaks pecking
into ridges of your body,

arms stretched into branches
and leaves,

silver leaves of air growing green
with a round-headed shrub

flashing leaves of green birds
that hover and hover

until they cling to giant green trees
beyond the arms of a desert

always folding up green sleeves
burning with the flames
of an evergreen flower
over an inner bowl's stretchy bower.