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On Your Death

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Reduced
To shadows dropping
Spectres of peripheral traces
To occasional scares
Of fake stares of my own imagination
To fears of your return
Of things unseen of
Who occupies my empty
Seats.

Invasion
Shred the dregs of smiles
Left making it cold, lonely
And forgetting smiles are duets
Mundane selves lick
the ephemeral of you
blowing it
into some monstrous glory non-existent
perching at the corner of your lips—
Are living devils who cannot wait for your post-mortem
Leeches who hide behind tradition
to rape your memory
and Age to seal my lips—the lock
enlarging my mouth with unsaid words

The Mourners
They steal your memory
And call you their daughter
thinking my eyes ‘were’ too
young to see, and you know
Youth is not ignorance
Youth is oft silenced
And old tunes spark nostalgia
Unheard melodies had prospects
They chase after your keys as if there are doors to them
Their vitriform selves cannot see

Tears
They reflected on the flashlight
and bounced on your yellow cheek
The March Sun said nothing
of May’s rain
when you shall not be here to face
uncaring souls who
remind me of your absence

Nana Yaw Sarpong

Featured Poem:

When We Lose Reason

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God does everything, everywhere.
She is at that palm-wine joint
Ensuring the victory of the Stars;
Killing cockroaches at the Pentagon;

Slashing off the legs of a child in Afghanistan;
Receiving praises from a politician
Who only eats beef imported

From Argentina, while the people
Queue for water.

God does everything, everywhere.
Floods stream when her bladder
Can no longer contain the screams from the earth;
Blessing the hungry with
A cedi at the edge of a gutter

At Nima—
And after gaining no pleasure
From the monotonous lives of humans,

She sets a new comic in motion:
Wives catching cheating husbands,
The blind falling in gutters,
Fools winning lotteries.

At the peak of her pleasure’s end,

God laughs thunders, hurricanes, earthquakes;
And shifts the tectonic plates
While quoting Laing:
‘And what was joy anyway,
But a movement of brain energy.’

Nana-Yaw-Sarpong

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Biography

Nana Yaw Sarpong is a poet, writer, radio presenter and producer of Writers Project on Citi, a weekly literary radio programme for Ghanaian writers. He currently works with the Writers Project of Ghana. Nana Yaw lives in Ghana where he teaches English and Linguistics.

Nana Yaw Sarpong

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Nana-Yaw-Sarpong

Biography

Nana Yaw Sarpong is a poet, writer, radio presenter and producer of Writers Project on Citi, a weekly literary radio programme for Ghanaian writers. He currently works with the Writers Project of Ghana. Nana Yaw lives in Ghana where he teaches English and Linguistics.

On Your Death

Enlarge poem

Reduced
To shadows dropping
Spectres of peripheral traces
To occasional scares
Of fake stares of my own imagination
To fears of your return
Of things unseen of
Who occupies my empty
Seats.

Invasion
Shred the dregs of smiles
Left making it cold, lonely
And forgetting smiles are duets
Mundane selves lick
the ephemeral of you
blowing it
into some monstrous glory non-existent
perching at the corner of your lips—
Are living devils who cannot wait for your post-mortem
Leeches who hide behind tradition
to rape your memory
and Age to seal my lips—the lock
enlarging my mouth with unsaid words

The Mourners
They steal your memory
And call you their daughter
thinking my eyes ‘were’ too
young to see, and you know
Youth is not ignorance
Youth is oft silenced
And old tunes spark nostalgia
Unheard melodies had prospects
They chase after your keys as if there are doors to them
Their vitriform selves cannot see

Tears
They reflected on the flashlight
and bounced on your yellow cheek
The March Sun said nothing
of May’s rain
when you shall not be here to face
uncaring souls who
remind me of your absence

Featured Poem:

When We Lose Reason

Enlarge poem

God does everything, everywhere.
She is at that palm-wine joint
Ensuring the victory of the Stars;
Killing cockroaches at the Pentagon;

Slashing off the legs of a child in Afghanistan;
Receiving praises from a politician
Who only eats beef imported

From Argentina, while the people
Queue for water.

God does everything, everywhere.
Floods stream when her bladder
Can no longer contain the screams from the earth;
Blessing the hungry with
A cedi at the edge of a gutter

At Nima—
And after gaining no pleasure
From the monotonous lives of humans,

She sets a new comic in motion:
Wives catching cheating husbands,
The blind falling in gutters,
Fools winning lotteries.

At the peak of her pleasure’s end,

God laughs thunders, hurricanes, earthquakes;
And shifts the tectonic plates
While quoting Laing:
‘And what was joy anyway,
But a movement of brain energy.’

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (2)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

On Your Death

Enlarge poem

Reduced
To shadows dropping
Spectres of peripheral traces
To occasional scares
Of fake stares of my own imagination
To fears of your return
Of things unseen of
Who occupies my empty
Seats.

Invasion
Shred the dregs of smiles
Left making it cold, lonely
And forgetting smiles are duets
Mundane selves lick
the ephemeral of you
blowing it
into some monstrous glory non-existent
perching at the corner of your lips—
Are living devils who cannot wait for your post-mortem
Leeches who hide behind tradition
to rape your memory
and Age to seal my lips—the lock
enlarging my mouth with unsaid words

The Mourners
They steal your memory
And call you their daughter
thinking my eyes ‘were’ too
young to see, and you know
Youth is not ignorance
Youth is oft silenced
And old tunes spark nostalgia
Unheard melodies had prospects
They chase after your keys as if there are doors to them
Their vitriform selves cannot see

Tears
They reflected on the flashlight
and bounced on your yellow cheek
The March Sun said nothing
of May’s rain
when you shall not be here to face
uncaring souls who
remind me of your absence

Comments

Your email address will not be published.