Poets’ Thursday Review: ONE LAST CHANCE

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When #WordsAreWork approached me about reviewing the poems that’d be getting published on the site, my first instinct was delight. That was quickly swamped by hesitation, when I realized that I’d be dabbling in a genre of literature that I hadn’t quite the handle on anymore.

I embarked on my journey of writing through poetry. I still have the two hardcover notebooks I filled with poems, from the lines of love to the expressions of despair. At some point, I transitioned to prose and lost my poetic touch, but I have not failed to appreciate the beauty of wielding words and telling stories in just a few ordered lines.

And that awe I feel whenever I read such whimsical depictions of life and reality is the same emotion that took hold of me when I read One Last Chance. This work of literary art by Hadassah had all the main ingredients that characterises life – Love, Hope, Desire, Despondency at wasted moments, and a Longing for the fruition of beautiful dreams.

These are clearly the words of an ex-lover, one who is bold enough to proclaim her as-yet undying love for a man she had lost, and this coming so close to his impending nuptials.  It is not a story people are wont to empathize with – I mean, we read this and we want to say, ‘Get a life’, ‘Bugger off!’ ‘He belongs to someone else now, go and get your own man.’

This ex-lover is the enemy of happily ever after, a destroyer of forthcoming marital bliss, a ‘put-assunderer’ of what God will soon join together.

We are not supposed to like her.

And yet, I did.

I felt her pain. I tasted her hope. I yearned for her love. I wanted her victory.

Such is the magic of words when you want good to come for those who are bad. Hadassah cleverly crafted a world where I rooted for the ex-lover. And as someone who has experienced heartbreak himself, and yearned for a relationship gone awry to come back to me, I could totally relate.

And those last lines of the poem…

‘One chance to realize that it’s not too late

To wish all the sadness away

And all the tears cease.

To meet our parents and their blessings obtain

One last chance to say “till death do us part”.’

…It neatly wrapped up the movie that the entire poem called up in my mind. As I read it, I saw a wedding ceremony in progress. I saw a woman in the pew watching with anguish as the bride floated down the aisle to the side of the man she wanted to be with. And with every word of the marriage vows that fell from the lips of the bride, this woman in the pew echoed them, seeing herself in the bride’s place, standing there, looking up at the man they both loved.

I’ve always been of the opinion that a writer’s winning point is when he/she is capable of giving life to his/her words in the mind of a reader. And One Last Chance more than adequately did so.

 


 

Written by Walter Uchenna Ude

Walter is an award winning Nigerian Writer, Poet and Veteran blogger. He is a lover of the written word, the faint whiff of nature, the flashing vista of movies, the warmth of companionship and the happy sound of laughter. He writes at http://www.mymindsnaps.com/.


 

If you have written a poem you would like read at ‘Poets’ Thursday’, send it in a mail titled ‘Poets’ Thursday’ to wordsarework@gmail.com. If you are unsure about a subject matter but want to be read still, send me an email too and we can work up something appropriate for you. It does not have to be right, left, or wrong … just your poem.

-Chisom

6 replies added

  1. Yemie October 8, 2015 Reply

    This is a great review, especially that part where the reviewer deemed it fit to relate the happenstances as reeled out in the lines of that masterpiece in visual and graphic detail…Movie Mode! That was really dreamy, brilliantly executed and makes for a perfect recounting of events, as conceived by the Poet! Plenty kudos to you Walter! *applauding* LOL

    I did empathize with the Narrator, but at the point I beheld the footnote, I figured that the she may have pulled the plugs off of that relationship herself, and only just realized how much of a bad idea that was; especially seeing as her ex had not only moved on; but was getting hitched! My doubts were birthed at this point as to what one last chance woulda achieved, if it was given her! Would she have made good of it? Will it make any difference?! Sometimes, we plain fail to realize just how much we love a person, until another takes our place and starts showering love to the ‘Castaway’! This might be the case here, it ought not; but well, gat till its gone! Such is life and if she couldn’t love him enough, then she made the best ever decision to let him go, and save ’em both future heartaches and heartbreaks! I think! LOL

    Thanks for sharing Chisom, rock ye on! LOL

    • Chisom October 8, 2015 Reply

      Mehnnn, I hope to find the bravery someday to tackle matters of the heart in love with such a fine comb as the one you just wielded. I am sure we have all learnt our lessons. Thanks Yemie … rock ye further!

  2. Haddasah October 8, 2015 Reply

    Such is the magic of words when you want good to come for those who are bad…….. that actually hurt

    I held my breath when I got this mail. I didn’t realise Chisom was sending this work for a review. And it turned out to be that the reviewer is someone I respect his work ( I love Eze goes to school) thank you Walter.

    Yemie, that’s for great review too.

    • Chisom October 8, 2015 Reply

      Sorry for catching you by surprise, dear … but this is one way we hope to ensure that the meanings of our poems on Poets’ Thursday are not lost to our readers. And also very importantly, it will bring growth and improvement to our writers’ art. Glad you loved the review though, Walter is a master if I do say so myself.

    • Walter October 9, 2015 Reply

      You did good work, Haddasah. Poetry was my first love. And I appreciate those who are still having a relationship with it. 🙂

  3. Debby October 8, 2015 Reply

    Wow!
    Cool stuff…
    Hadassah my love!!!

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