I wail all day
everyday –
in a well
behind a stone wall
inside my mind
where the riot parade
of thoughts ride afloat –
afloat down stream
I watch salmon swim
up to the sun
which blinds me.
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I especially like the allilteration, the use of “wail” and “well” and the emotion the images evoke. Your poetry is moving.
Thank you, Sky 🙂
Surely a poet can write “in character,” can’t he? I’ve written first-person fiction and songs from imaginary perspectives.
Of course, you can and I’ve no doubt about it 🙂
Oh no. I’m leaving the poetry to the experts!
I like a lot this poem Uzo. Good writing 🙂
Merci, Gys.
I like the poem, the images of water it evokes. Mostly, water calms me, but in this poem, it cannot settle my riot parade of thoughts. I liked the postscript at the end, it tickled me 🙂
Ah, I cast and bind the riot parade! 🙂
Glad you enjoyed the poem. The postscript na expo 😉
Hi Uzoma,
really loved your creation! Beautiful work.
Regards,
Swetank.
Many thanks, Swetank.
Most welcome buddy. If possible please do check back my works. I am sure you are going to love it. 🙂
Be Bettr, Stay Bettr!
Swetank.
I agree with the others, this poem intrigues me. It’s well written!!
It’s been a while though, hope you’re ok. I’ve not been blogging regularly as I used to, just once this month! Take care of yourself and my lovely regards to all that is yours!
Blessings. 🙂
Hello sis,
Glad to have you comment. Yes, I’ve been away from WordPress for quite some time. Several things have come in the way and there is not a day I fail to think of blogging. I miss reading your posts and that of my other readers. But I’m confident I’ll return soon.
A well will give one focus, until to where a point vanishes, somewhere between distance and time spent at depth, where a well rambles between water, bedrock, and sand. Sometimes the tall grass in the dry season, will hide an open well, It is best to shorten it first.
Hmm. Your perspective on the poem is commendable. Not only do wells at some point dry up, one must not forget other factors–grass for example–that could keep out them of sight and perhaps add to the frustration of a living being in search of water. Metaphorically this perspective shouldn’t be written off. Thanks for commenting, Sean.
🙂
As always, a beautiful work of art. I didn’t expect the last few sentences…
What happens after the sun falls and the salmon flee from the moon? Is there a Part Two?
Uhn-Uhn 🙂 Originally I was trying to talk about depression and pain, but I thought not everyone would like to read it. After all, it’s a universal feeling.
Thanks for comment and pls accept my apologises for the lateness of the reply.
Enjoyed the poem, Uzo my friend, and hope all is well 🙂
AH! My good friend, Eric! How do you do? I see this comment of yours have been lying here for a long time. My apologises. I’ve been going through a difficult patch – my fault, for the most part. But I hope to bounce back.
You take care. Wish you all the best.
Okoroafor, a beatifully evokative poem. Hello, did you get a chance to visit my poetry blog? I hope that you are well.
Hello Nomzi,
Yes I did stop by your blog. I’d really love to comment on your posts ( I found some of them equally evocative and captivating) once I return to active blogging later this year.
I’m hopeful that things will eventually get better; thanks for asking and visiting once again.
I appreciate that you took the time out. And yes things will get better. I wish you a peaceful season. 🙂
Beautiful, Uzo. Nature and questioning was interesting.
Interesting one Uzo. Challenging and thught provoking. Hope ur doing good
Thank you, Soumya. I am all right. It’s always nice to hear from you.
Wow… powerful!
I appreciate the compliment.
:)…
This last line blows my mind… such powerful use of imagery … …jaw dropping stuff 🙂