Poetry Play #36

poetry play

Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and Aventurine

 

A:

                These words are not mine

                They are the echoes of a thousand voices lingering in my mind

S:

                I’m a vortex of voices

                I speak in tongues without the touch of Holy Ghost

A:

                The lights are not stars

                They are a thousand souls spread light years apart

S:

                Look into my eyes and you will find the anthills of my ancestors

                Who have refused to rest in peace

                Instead they rest in pieces inside of me

A:

                Each piece tells a tale of woe and broken dreams

                Regrets and missing links

                When the stars align let our voices unite

S:

                I’m the graveyard of groaning ghosts

                Ghosts that want to taste humanity again

                Ghosts tired of ghostly garbs

A:

                When the oceans turn red

                And the rivers have bled

                When valleys cast shades

                On the mountains above

                Maybe then but not yet

S:

                Or maybe when all move anti-clockwise

                Tracing our footsteps back into the oblivion of the past

                Maybe then, these ghosts will pick their crosses and coffins

                And go back to where they came from

A:

                Oh please, where is your courtesy?

                These ghosts are the ones that keep the daylight at bay

                And offer a chance to snooze on the hay

S:

                They feed me with too much night

                That I have forgotten that day exists

                I’m the mare in the night with nightmares

A:

                These words are not mine

                They are echoes of a thousand voices lingering in my mind

                Everyone is filling the earth with noise

S:

                Don’t call me crazy

                I’m just a complex congealed clan

                I’m a tree with several branches that have mouths each

                And speak simultaneously

 

NB: Poetry Play, a product of Artilogue in partnership with PenAStory, is a game in form of poetic dialogue for every poet on BBM. It is a game of two poets: one drops a line or more, and the other replies, flowing along until one of them gives up, or the poem gets too long. Every poem formed from this game will be published here (penastory.com) every Friday and Saturday. So poets, are you ready to play? If yes, contact Samuel via BBM: 7f5210ec

Get updates on our posts by joining our BBM Channel via C00396EEB, if you are reading from mobile click: http://pin.bbm.com/C00396EEB

 

Advertisements

About PenAStory

PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
This entry was posted in POETRY, Poetry Play and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Don't be shy, leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s