Poets’ Thursday: Another one

Poets' Thursday

You clutch the clothes to your skin

Cold Nostalgia chills you to the bones

You walked away again

This time the mallet hit the wood

Arrogant tears traipse down your skin

Regret and pain encircle your bosom

As you nod painfully

Your thoughts walk back in time to

When you sold your soul to lust, intertwined with desire

You saw blur but you walked through

Through forbidden territories and boundaries

He whispered words and took a flight in you

Sailing through bones that became still

You laid down mistakes and buried a dusty Bible

Now yours walls are cracked and evil eyes see through

Your lips part and you can still make a sound

A sound of healing from within

A music that heals and a voice that soothes

You are back

Again

hurt woman

By

Deborah Nwanguma

Are you feeling poetic?ย Does your poem need some polishing?

Is there a poem inside you awaiting some prodding?

All roads lead to ojukwumartin@gmail.com; attach your work in a mail titled ‘Poets’ Thursday’. We shall ensure that your poetic muse does not divorce you, now or ever.

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27 replies added

  1. Alwell Isaac August 13, 2015 Reply

    This work is great
    It’s so amazing
    More powers to your elbow

  2. Prince-gaius August 13, 2015 Reply

    Wonderful!!!! That’s lovely, frankly speaking to you’re the best poet of this dispensation. More grease to ur muscles.

      • Chisom August 13, 2015 Reply

        Grease too? Mehnn, Debby, you must be cooking one helluva power concoction in those joints by now.lol

  3. samuel Blake August 13, 2015 Reply

    She’s slowly kicking me outta business
    Yet all I feel for her is happiness
    Each word with deep meaning cascading
    A heart opened and transending
    Its always a pleasure and an honour
    Each time your work,I get to savour……
    Beautiful dear,almost a master piece,sent me to my dictionary like once or twice tho but it makes perfect sense..rule your world dear,you are good

    • deborahnwanguma9 August 13, 2015 Reply

      This is what happens when a poet reads my poems. Another poem is written in reply. You rule too. Thanks.

      • Chisom August 13, 2015 Reply

        Azzzzin ehn, Debby, do you belong to some elite poet club or something?

  4. David Nelson August 13, 2015 Reply

    Fabulous!!
    This is a vivid discriptive exposition, painting the clear scenario of one’s predicament when mistakes are made; especially,Conscious Mistakes: mistakes that were fore-warned, as the persona highlighted

    “You walked away again
    (implying a repetition of error)
    Arrogant tears traipse down your skin…
    When you sold your soul to lust, intertwined with desire”

    Obviously, the tears are arrogant because the action seems deliberate. How?
    “You saw blur but you walked through” (deliberately with ferocity)

    The worst is to abandone your bible to be dusty, talk more of Burying the already dusty bible.

    This is a clear metaphor of (burying) belief, value, norms, conventions etc to go ahead with the abhorred.

    Well, the testimony resides in the few ending lines; if you have crossed the line, and faced with these emotional adversity, you can salvage yourself from your within… just try to be happy.

    Pls, Everyone is suppose to be slow to wroth and selfdestructive activities.
    LOve yourself, your woman, your man; and be contented with each other.

    Deborah… this is good.

    But i want to add that, its not enough to advise one to seek solace retrospectively from inner strength. Most times the inner strength is weakened by a heavy guilt that is unbearable by one person.
    You can volunteer to get close and help the person through a self-regeneration of esteem, value, relevance etc if you truely love her/him… this is because leaving the person alone, all by herself can make her feel like the worst person, rejected and dejected.

    But i will like to appreciate this poem literarily and critically next time. Thank you ma…

  5. deborahnwanguma9 August 13, 2015 Reply

    This is what happens when a poet reads my poem, another poem is written in reply. You rule too. Thanks dear.

  6. deborahnwanguma9 August 13, 2015 Reply

    I didn’t mean the earlier reply for you. David, you truly read deep into the poem. Yes, you made sense. Sometimes, its difficult to find strength from within. Sometimes, you are all you’ve got. That doesn’t change the fact though that we need ourselves.

    • Chisom August 13, 2015 Reply

      “… Most times the inner strength is weakened by a heavy guilt that is unbearable by one person …”
      Brother made hyper sense joor. Thank you, David.

  7. Ezinma August 13, 2015 Reply

    Deborah…darling. This is nice and deep. Keep on poeting…lol. You are good!

    • deborahnwanguma9 August 13, 2015 Reply

      Coming from you, you know I feel great. Thank you, Zinma. Yes, I’ll keep poeting, Lol.

      • Chisom August 13, 2015 Reply

        Keep on gini? Where do y’all get these words from bikonu? *grabs dictionary*

  8. JayChioma August 13, 2015 Reply

    Hmmm…deliberate mistakes…arrogant tears and a buried bible. It’s one piece ‘nice’ doesn’t do enough justice to.

    More ink to your quill Deborah.

    …n Chisom, “All roads lead to ojukwumartin@gmail.com“… that’s what you said. Sha, just know say iffa loss, dem go come hold you o. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Chisom August 13, 2015 Reply

      Hehehe … no problem, Jay, let them come. Shaa forewarn them, you know how I can be nah *cracks knuckles*
      And Debby, for the umpteenth time, wonderful wonderful wonderful piece.

  9. Jewdy August 13, 2015 Reply

    Sounded familiar.. Nice 1 Debbie #thumbs

    • Chisom August 13, 2015 Reply

      I hope you found strength in the way you connected with this poem, Jewdy, and that you’re better off for it. Thank you for dropping us a line of encouragement … always ๐Ÿ™‚

  10. Chizzy August 18, 2015 Reply

    What more can I add to these accolades. Nice one Debby

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