Poetry Play #49

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Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and Elias

 

 

E:

Had lost my touch

Still my silence speaks of genuine emotion

S:

My silence is a womb

A womb of words waiting to be spoken

Words that may never be spoken

Because I don’t know how to tell you what I want to tell you

E:

Such feelings of yours are of dreams

Why not make those words your reality

A path we can walk together

S:

Reality is too small to capture the entirety of dreams

For we dream more than we live

So even if I use all the alphabets over and over again

My silence will still remain pregnant

E:

Why make your reality a still-thought

You think of Dead road, a fallacy with an ink.

Breathe in life to your womb, a voice at birth must cry

S:

Sometimes I breathe in and out

Hoping the words will be out as a tributary of tales

But somehow the words get choked in the throat

E:

Sigh! Can you speak more slowly?

I lost count of words, at a glance…

S:

How can I control a rush of words?

Can a man control a tornado with his bare hands?

E:

Why yell my whispers

You make reality vanish

For craving dreams

S:

Reality is lost in the wilderness of dreams

Let me stay silent… let these words stay unspoken

Let my body movement do the talking

Maybe you will understand better

E:

Mortals, failing to pen memories on a memo

Swaying to unspoken words

Perhaps, the tune can flatten your womb inflated by your thoughts

S:

Memories poured on a memo are like wounds allowed to bleed blood

The carrier of memories soon loses his life

As he pours out the words that should have stayed unspoken

E:

Memories of such are filled with scars

Tangled with reality

I hope those unspoken words heal you

S:

I hope so too

As I sit here

Waiting in the arms of cold air

Not knowing how to say what ought to be said

Afraid that my words will drown me

E:

Rain no seizure on your words

Alter thoughts on reality

In all likelihood, your dream is a state of mind.

 

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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One Response to Poetry Play #49

  1. Onisemo Yusuf says:

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