In a
quarter
in a half
in three quarters
in full
you played hide and seek
with me
from among the clouds
kissing the coconut fronds
disappearing
before I finished the count.
in a half
in three quarters
in full
you played hide and seek
with me
from among the clouds
kissing the coconut fronds
disappearing
before I finished the count.
Ah! i
grew up loving you
hearing tales of you
crying out for you.
hearing tales of you
crying out for you.
You
are still there,
playing those games I love,
on silent nights
distracting me,
when with a mind
heavily laden with clouds
rages a silent war
that borders
on the verge of non existence,
I step out in despair,
you entertain me
by just being
conjuring life out for me
from your hat
with a wave of your shine
before you disappear
once again.
playing those games I love,
on silent nights
distracting me,
when with a mind
heavily laden with clouds
rages a silent war
that borders
on the verge of non existence,
I step out in despair,
you entertain me
by just being
conjuring life out for me
from your hat
with a wave of your shine
before you disappear
once again.
I
trace my steps back to sleep
like a child
quietened at its mother's breasts,
dreaming of a girl
with long braided hair
who,
while drawing water from the well
was crying out loud,
because instead of water,
she had pulled you up in her pail,
and didn't know
how to put you back again.
like a child
quietened at its mother's breasts,
dreaming of a girl
with long braided hair
who,
while drawing water from the well
was crying out loud,
because instead of water,
she had pulled you up in her pail,
and didn't know
how to put you back again.
And
you came down,
wiped her tears
and carried her away with you.
wiped her tears
and carried her away with you.
Moon in the Bucket
ReplyDeleteLook!
Look out there
in the bucket
the rusty bucket
with water unclean
Look!
A luminous plate is floating –
the moon, dancing to the gentle night wind
Look! All you who shout across the wall
with a million hates.
Look at the dancing moon
It is peace unsoiled by the murk
And dirt of this bucket war.
-- Gabriel Okara
thank you dear for the poem..loved it.. @ mary annie a.v (Poet)
ReplyDeleteOne of the loveliest of poems. My favorite verses "because instead of water,
ReplyDeleteshe had pulled you up in her pail,
and didn't know
how to put you back again."
Unforgetable and superb. Hoping to read more of Mary Annie's poems here.