ON MY FATHER’S DEATH
It is said of Yeats I think
That
What instruments we have tell us the day he died was bleak and cold
Well then the day you died,
‘Twas a roaring storm
That shook the foundations of the entire offshore platform
And made men at sea pray to God to spare them
When an iron structure with roots in the sea bed
Waved in a cruel waltz that made the hair on your head stand
With the anemometer pirouetting in an eye boggling spin.
Yet in me I could not connect it
Till a phone call the next day to say
"Prof. don mud"
Marking my entry into another phase of existence
Some insist it was my initiation to manhood
Was it?
All I knew
As I tried to find the pictures
To understand it with
Was that
Daddy was dead.
©2001 Dotun Adejuyigbe
Mental Pabulum 6
There is always something new to learn.
Like the vulture I wait like the eagle to fly
Like the vulture I wait
Like the eagle to fly
High into the skies above I’ll fly
Far above places we’ve seen
To places I’ve dreamed
There’s so much I’ve not seen
But wait they will
Every day I live
With my past that’s been
Make up my future that will be
I will dine with Kings
I will dance with Queens
I’ll build a castle the sky to touch
With the lord by my side
to be my torch
Like the mountains I stand
In my world to plan
So much to do I’ll say again
But time once lost we can’t regain
I know one day I’ll leave this place
For a place so high the skies displace
But after me my works on earth remain
And every where you go my hymn you’ll hear
On the lips of the saints as they watch at night
Like the vulture I wait
Like the eagle to fly.
©2000 Kunle Adejuyigbe
Mental Pabulum 5
First impression matters but there’s something called second chances. For him who is given a second chance, great opportunities can sometimes emerge.
THE ROSE AND THE WIND
Yesterday
The rose danced with the wind
Many thought it ridiculous
What! with the restlessness of the Wind
And the placid abiding of the Rose
But O, the sight remains in my mind still
Of an improbable dream come true
For it was just a day ago
When the ubiquitous, shapeless,
Formless Wind
Together with the beautiful, shapely, scented
Stationary, thorny, Rose
Hand in hand and
Heart to heart as only they could
Yes it was yesterday
When the skies lent the moon for lights
While the stars sprinkled the earth showers of golden sparks
Then, the Rose,
Danced with the Wind.
© 2007 Dotun Adejuyigbe
Mental Pabulum 4
Perfect timing is a matter of perspective and perspective is a subject of the individual .
CHANGE?
Shall all arise?
In one language speak
Shall color no more
Be the language of love
Shall we all wake in the dawn?
Bask in the sunlight
Rest at twilight
With frisson in our hearts
Shall the music of change
Bring a rhythm
That would last beyond the dance
With the message of chance
Shall the echoes of the speech
Ring true in our hearts
Deep beyond the reach
Of the human eye
Has the veil of color been moved?
Can ability! Can labor! Can sweat!
Be allowed to sift
The wheat of selection?
Shall the oven of color
Bake no more in the hearts of men
The inferior bread
Without recourse to the taste
Shall jobs be free for all?
Can qualified be demystified
Can stardom be thrown?
At random to all
Can we say?
As we pray
That `A Change has come!’
© 2009 Derin Onokpasa
Writing Prompt 3
Need a story starter? Here is an easy way to get one – go out. At the mall, or even in the grocery stores, sometimes at the gym but most probably everywhere you go; you are most likely to overhear somebody else’s conversation even without making a deliberate attempt at it. Write down whatever you hear today even if it doesn’t make sense. When you get back home, think about it as something your main character would say and create a story about why he/she said it.
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