Poetry Play #42

poetry play penastory

Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and Jesudunmo

 

S:

You remember the taste of his name

Ashes on your tongue like grey snow on land

Ashes from burnt memories

J:

That blacken your day and haunt your night

His words still petrify the edges of your feeble sanity

Sending sharp shivers shooting down your fear saddled spine

S:

You wish you can just pull him out of the picture in your hand

Like Jesus pulled Lazarus out of the tomb

Or to make him grow out of the earth of the picture

With the rain of your eyes – a crop from childhood

J:

“This is madness! If thou shall bud for just second and wither, do!”

Your mind screams for your grieving heart, greatly famished of him.

And like an Asherah in Egypt’s plague

He arises not

For he hears you not as his clay turns to dust

S:

You feel the hunger in your hands

A hunger for his embrace

And every time you hug him in your dreams

You want to hold him so tight that you can wake up with him still in your hands

But whenever you wake, you find nothing

But your pillow, faithful enough not to leave your night embrace

J:

So you take what you have, the pillow, lifeless in similitude to the one you crave

And you hold unto it’s lifelessness like it is all that sustains your morbid living

You fight for sleep and close the windows to your soul, so you are closer to death

Where he seems alive… and you are one

S:

And you smell his scent in circulation around you

Every time you close the windows to your soul

You smile, knowing that you will soon have him back in your embrace

J:

They say power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely…

But you know that love is maddening and absolute love maddens absolutely

You laugh in your sleep in response to the grave’s joke of trying to pull you apart

S:

And you walk around now with a smile

A smile of assurance that you will soon be with him finally

With nothing to separate you

J:

The titanic of death could not separate this Rose from her Jack.

Alive, yet, you are Juliet to your Romeo

With death’s cold sting, you have the greatest warmth

For death cannot bring you apart now

 

 

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: 7baa55ae

 

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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
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