African Poetry: Mosaic Memory | Our State of Rapture

2019-01-30T04:23:56.000Z Honest Cash

The free verse i composed last year titled "Deep Mosaic" contained contracted words and short lines that represented the sentiments of two voices working at cross-purposes to one another. Time and events encouraged me to work on separating the two purposes into two poems.

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Mosaic Memory

We were love and walked the trials and test
Composed and whole in our struggling years so bold
Before deceit eroded us from what we were at best
Our names remain engraved on empty frames of gold.

Envy and desire erupted as from weak seams of a herd
First violations sprung from common deepest veins
'til eyes transformed the substances observed
'til palms and tongues beat cold beliefs to stains.

We're now mere dreamers of love Cowardly we scorn
those who dare Cadres hands for plunder of our cause.

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Our State of Rapture

Though hairs on napes stand upright
the skin is clammy cold on soft shoulders
her arms and his young torso grown old
Some hearts retained the warm flowing red
and recollected from mosaic memory some belief

The illicit flows and irrationality
We juxtapose on those from long before
When red was red before the bleeding dead
mixed with all this shock and dryness of mouth
hands gripped the steering or flung dishes
shrieked rebukes, the lifeless millions of truths
the shreds of evidence piled sky like pieces on tiles
and stony silences and crocodile tears
aghast with sentences of life.

5th February 2019, Gapyeong


Mosaic Memory falls into the category: Crosstitution Rips.

Our State of Rapture is similar to the seminal original in form and nature but falls into the category: Insomniac Heaven.

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