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POETRY FOR THOUGHT – November/December, 2014

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POETRY FOR THOUGHT

In Your Image

By Chinelo Iwenofu
I imagine You as chameleon-like
Changing colours constantly
From black, to white, to yellow, to brown, to pink, to red…
These are the colours of the human race.

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Your hair changes texture
From woolly, to silky, to wiry, to smooth
Then into various colours that soothe.

Even Your eyes awaken and flash
from colour to colour.
Hazel, blue, grey, green, brown…
as if You’re mystically trying different shades of contact lenses!

And You seem ageless!
Your gender is indefinable.
Are You a man or are You a woman?

Like a hermaphrodite
You radiate an intricate beauty
of the human form built in Your image.
What image is it that You choose to create us into?

A selection of You
…and yet…
some of us imagine that
You appear in Your own individual image.

Out of sheer vanity some of us have
imagined You as a white-haired bearded old man
with blue eyes, wearing clothes?
When you did not even eat that apple!

Your son often has blond hair and blue eyes,
when such features do not exist in His geographical region!

No one has ever seen You
yet You created us in Your image…
and I ask, what image is that?

Yet, I imagine that we all
without exception
are in Your image.
Chinelo Iwenofu

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POETRY FOR THOUGHT –

The Eclipse – Before And After

By Michael Olakunle Faniyan

Excerpts

THIS WAS HOW IT WAS TOLD
ONCE UPON AN AFTERNOON….

It was amazing
Astonishing
The moon edged slowly
Stealthily
No one was sure
As at then
Where it was headed…

Unsuspecting
The sun stood blazing, boasting
Ravening
As if to say…and if he could speak
I am he
The sole illuminator
Of the green planet
I live a life in unparallel incomparability
I live a life perfectly and
Almost mysteriously unrivalled.

The moon continued
Boldly
Manoeuvring to the right place
At the wrong time
…until!
The blazing ball balked back
the flame faltered
Slowly, definitively
The Stronger Sun Surrendered
Mastered by the Minnow Moon

The council of the elders of the heavenly bodies
Stood still
For
Something is that should not be

It is no gainsaying that moon
Stands, owing a lot to explain:
And it shall come to pass
In those days
That I will arise
With full velocity
And pent up valour
And overshadow the sun

Me that I am
Soft in glow, slow to anger
And meek in radiance
I did it
Cos the Sun let his exalted office
In the heavenly bodies made him puffy

 

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