UNAPT for Sylvia
You sang of dawn
Spring sunshine
Deflower flower chortle a dance
You sang of wood
Uplifted
Glum bird wags tail
You sang of brotherness
Gliding
down to dawn of life
I
A swain
Gird the loin
That in that sunlight may tap toe
But you swallowed all
The insurmountable melody
Before my very eyes
IN YOUR EYES
In your eyes
A river flows
Lapping
Lour eyes drained
Languor in it landslide
In your palm
A lilac sprouts
Swallowtail leaps
Halfway in hallmark, it hallowed lips
Canoodling in air
In your shadow sprightly
Sun in canoodling
Lashes in antics a eyes
That alternates two images
And in your eyes
A fine ferry punt
Sail –by
Two hands – passenger waving
Whose look is you and with me.
POEM, IN MEMORY –
Chidinma, young and ardourn
Sigh not when night comes, or when in peak
While you sigh, your sighing is integral breeze
It shall smack my man
My soul like eagle shall soar and may
Not find you amidst night like barricaded wall
Nor should you ever quail while walking the garden
To see you tearing, they shall flinch
The joyous garden; and what profit then
Happiness when Flowers of life shrink and toss off
And while you shall, my soul as a bee
May die of hunger.
Donot as when dawn comes
Lay as hen of running stomach
To see you in cold flinch
My soul as cock crowing may dance and dance
In vain round that ornery that unveil yieldness
Or so should ever shut at bird
You might not know which my soul
As songbird present; to see bird on each
Way is a rareness
That as constant as northern star
I shall in absence be in your presence
IRONY; - OF LIFE
Who - is that
Other eyes beside you
Walking on our walkway
Enticing you. Leg whirling in rendition
That in sunlight set the scene
That wheel unbound
But our infant dream in dark
I had no doubt - the luminary scene
Is toking of our two matched leg.
While I stared sidelong the life boulevard
When I count the leg
It was you and I
Weird leg solemnizing
Our sectional dream second to none
But while I look again
Into that nimbus of life, liased
An eyes, I saw such eyes giant
In your otherside
Stocking with laugh - lips that rips
Our infant dream
Like bud awaiting the sun’s fingers
I donot wish to know
Whether man or woman
Who - is that
Other eyes
Always on your side
F ELIX ORISEWIKE SYLVANUS
163b, silver crescent
jakande estate, isolo
p o box 1270, marina
lagos, nigeria
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Open Letter, to Chidinma
13 – 8 – 08
My love,
I have not heard from you! But by my intuition, I believe you are sound. I have seen your well-being in the way I am. It is the truth; that’s the way you and I was. Your blood flows in mine. For this, I am writing you another which might never get to you. But in hope, I believe you will someday read it! You would read and reread again - You will wonder why it took so long before you come across the piece. You might want to share tear; you might want to cry, you might want to drop beneath, but you will want to be strong. You cannot afford to share tear, or cry over what lies in the past. But one thing that will never let go within you is finding the piece more adorable than how you would have as a young girl that you are now. For this, the sun would rise again within your heart. You will remember I am the one you never wanted to forget but did anyway. The reason is not far fetch, you are much older, and more woman! You can tell when you love a man why you should. More important, you will understand why I keep returning to you when all hope of being with you is gone
Your presence in my life is by no mean a mistake. Our meeting, and the brief moment together was borne out of time. We were always there together in love within that space of time that has since become memories; the very salt of remembrance.
You are my first love!
Sometime I wish I never met you. Meeting you had changed so much of me. I had become another person in the portray of who I am now dreaming about life; and about you, my love – Chidinma within the same atmospheric nature of my dream world which is now obvious you‘ve being part of – from birth. Meeting you rejuvenate everything! And now, I only see what we could still share together in this play of destiny.
For once, I never understand, but I think I know better now! Our life together and the sudden estrangement is only an interlude which I had likened to soap- opera which shall have a happy end. In regard to this, I have it that meeting you are in line. Far too long I have dwelt upon this.
The question now is for how long I would have to wait to meet you again, my only love. You told me once I could find another wherever I go. I believe it! I have met too many a lady to entrust my love to, but often time, I keep returning to you, in love that time could never let go. So it becomes too much for me to redirect my affection for you.
In the recent time, I met a young lady whom I could love, but your love I find it difficult to trade on keep coming. I do not know why I should still love you or hold on to your existence when you seem to have forgotten my own
How do I mean? I want to live with you, my love; in that world you saw with me when we first met. I want to live there with you love you hundreds years from now.
In street, or wherever I find my feet, I am always conscious of myself; and the fact I have rule to protect… I made a promise to love you. I believe I had kept that so well. Except, perhaps, I had become a fool for love. How else could I have acted? Your presence never leaves me. In you I find the virtue that every woman is. My respect for you and all that I want to be. Not in this sense that I could not open my heart to newness of thing, but everything begins from you. I see quite clear why I need to hold on what I believe about meeting you again.
What more can me not hold on to? Life within the thought of you has being so beauty. It could be more beautiful with you at my side watching the scope of life together. To say I miss you could be understatement. But I missed you like sun misses the flower. Like grass of the field misses the rain; like a child misses his/her mother.
When eventually you find this piece, please, do not share tear. Neither should you cry! When you do this, I will never help but to quell. You can mention my name! Let it not be too loud so as not to constitute nuisances. But while you call once, I will hear you.
Your love unknown
Felix.
My love,
I have not heard from you! But by my intuition, I believe you are sound. I have seen your well-being in the way I am. It is the truth; that’s the way you and I was. Your blood flows in mine. For this, I am writing you another which might never get to you. But in hope, I believe you will someday read it! You would read and reread again - You will wonder why it took so long before you come across the piece. You might want to share tear; you might want to cry, you might want to drop beneath, but you will want to be strong. You cannot afford to share tear, or cry over what lies in the past. But one thing that will never let go within you is finding the piece more adorable than how you would have as a young girl that you are now. For this, the sun would rise again within your heart. You will remember I am the one you never wanted to forget but did anyway. The reason is not far fetch, you are much older, and more woman! You can tell when you love a man why you should. More important, you will understand why I keep returning to you when all hope of being with you is gone
Your presence in my life is by no mean a mistake. Our meeting, and the brief moment together was borne out of time. We were always there together in love within that space of time that has since become memories; the very salt of remembrance.
You are my first love!
Sometime I wish I never met you. Meeting you had changed so much of me. I had become another person in the portray of who I am now dreaming about life; and about you, my love – Chidinma within the same atmospheric nature of my dream world which is now obvious you‘ve being part of – from birth. Meeting you rejuvenate everything! And now, I only see what we could still share together in this play of destiny.
For once, I never understand, but I think I know better now! Our life together and the sudden estrangement is only an interlude which I had likened to soap- opera which shall have a happy end. In regard to this, I have it that meeting you are in line. Far too long I have dwelt upon this.
The question now is for how long I would have to wait to meet you again, my only love. You told me once I could find another wherever I go. I believe it! I have met too many a lady to entrust my love to, but often time, I keep returning to you, in love that time could never let go. So it becomes too much for me to redirect my affection for you.
In the recent time, I met a young lady whom I could love, but your love I find it difficult to trade on keep coming. I do not know why I should still love you or hold on to your existence when you seem to have forgotten my own
How do I mean? I want to live with you, my love; in that world you saw with me when we first met. I want to live there with you love you hundreds years from now.
In street, or wherever I find my feet, I am always conscious of myself; and the fact I have rule to protect… I made a promise to love you. I believe I had kept that so well. Except, perhaps, I had become a fool for love. How else could I have acted? Your presence never leaves me. In you I find the virtue that every woman is. My respect for you and all that I want to be. Not in this sense that I could not open my heart to newness of thing, but everything begins from you. I see quite clear why I need to hold on what I believe about meeting you again.
What more can me not hold on to? Life within the thought of you has being so beauty. It could be more beautiful with you at my side watching the scope of life together. To say I miss you could be understatement. But I missed you like sun misses the flower. Like grass of the field misses the rain; like a child misses his/her mother.
When eventually you find this piece, please, do not share tear. Neither should you cry! When you do this, I will never help but to quell. You can mention my name! Let it not be too loud so as not to constitute nuisances. But while you call once, I will hear you.
Your love unknown
Felix.
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