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REFLECTION by Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon, Nigeria

23 Mai 2018, 13:28pm

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Publié par image.poésie

 

Source: https://issuu.com/immaginepoesia/docs/immagine___poesia_-_vol._5

REFLECTION – Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon

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When you look into a mirror,

How do you explain the spots in your shadow:

Do you see a ghost or a vast coast,

a silent grave or a burning altar,

a swaying dove or a playing cat,

a body, a soul or a spirit fighting your ageless self?

 

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Mama said " a woman's heart is a reflection of self;

it is a talking drum of two faces,

what face you see is whom you've become;

when you see a silence like the calm ocean or

an emptiness like a withered leaf,

look beyond your eyes to see the shadow in your darkest hour

& be the silence in graveyards of living souls... "

 

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This is how to begin a

journey into a woman's heart:

"Begin with a reflection of self

& end with an expression of silence"

 

Copyright (C) 2018

Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon

TGO.

 

 

SHORT BIOGRAPHY

 

Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon hails from Osun State, Nigeria. His poems have appeared in poetry journals, magazines and anthologies. He is the brain behind “Muse for World Peace Anthology” and the author of “Call for Retreat” 2013, "The Muse" 2017 and “Apeke and other poems” 2017– collections of poems.

More info: http://worldpoetry.ca/?tag=timileyin-gabriel-olajuwon




 

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"Where I came from" poem and image by Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon, Nigeria

13 Juin 2017, 09:28am

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Publié par image.poésie

Photo by Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon

Photo by Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon

WHERE I CAME FROM

This is a song on the lips of gods...

Since gods are spirits,
where do gods live? - you may ask;
gods live in the desert of milk
of honey set in between dry bamboos,
they house in a cave of public streets
of living dead - wrenched of the earth,
they hide in the rusty land of gold
of flowing streams set on swollen faces,
they live in the mind of riches and
the thought of life's tussle.

gods live in the body
In the memories of our being;
of war, pains, smile and joy,
they live in the red wine of our broken bones
and in the seasoned smile of broken promises
(Epistle of lies);
gods live in the pit of unknown pity
on the vast field of greenish grains.

this song reminds me of
the tears of my mother,
the pains of my father,
the plights of my brothers,
and the "dryness" of my sisters...
it reminds me of silence
in the memory of where I came from!

@ Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon
2017

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