Mirror My Thought Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

MIRROR MY THOUGHTS

Heal the land in fairly june
But forsake it in the honourable march,
Cleanse the sky in humble April and
Dust the wind of beautiful November
With the bouncing spirit of the gods

Tell brother july to wait for my testimony
The lady in the field sings of winter but
I am rehearsing my sister December's dance
Trying to wait for the new yam celebration in
Spiritual september, when the professional mourners
Has return home to eat a toasted yam for
Their dried mouths need it to sing again

It shall be a september to remember
When all my thoughts are mirrored.
October knows how mighty I might like to fight him
But spiritually, he pleaded for my wet peace in may
Dried january shall bring the beginning and
Pretty febuary shall kiss my joy day and night

August shall bring the last rain of hope
Sun moons my thirsty mouth to rest
For where dream lies is in my dancing head.
Moon tale of the heart is for the gods that once
Visited the barns of yam in my father's compound
When he was alive walking in the soil of Nkporo.
I praise you, oh lady of the moon for the love
You give to me in the mirror of my eyes.