Monday, 30 April 2012

Nature's Song


Nudge gently - whisper notes
only the pollen can hear

Peaceful mania, unleashed symphony
Ignited layers tracing axis
of petals alight on the stroke of genius

Fertile magma softly release happy droplets
without tears. Touching moment -
in clarity - unforgettable scent -

imprint long after DNA linger on walls
Melody in the crescendo of nature's song

©Adura Ojo 

image: Flickr

NaPoWriMo Day 30
Shared with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Open Link Monday
d'Verse Poets Pub - Open Link Night Week 42
Poets United - Poetry Pantry #98

I'm so happy to have taken part in NaPoWriMo. Completed the challenge of writing a poem every day for the month of April, plus an extra one for fun. Now time to find out if I'm poemed out! Thank you so much for coming on the journey with me and for your encouraging comments. Couldn't have done it without you. Muah!


Saturday, 28 April 2012

Clarity


Sky blue eyes of May
Sunrise's mating chorus
Lovers' empty nest

Ginger spiced kisses
Pavarotti on full blast
Love in the shower

©Adura Ojo

Haiku Heights: Clarity
NaPoWriMo Day 28

images: google

Some might say this clarity has a touch of smudge! lol.

Monday, 23 April 2012

Dear Time



Even as I frown at the abstraction that you are
I do admire your accuracy, consistency
Your willingness to mark my mistakes
and hope that I learn from them

Even as you echo the fanfare of my successes
I can't help but notice your furrowed brow -
Moaning at my excesses - as evidenced in your
gift of grey hair - in full display on front row

New young ones die - the old live by dye
You do your math and subtract the cost from
my wallet. No portion of millet can save my barnet
The grey are here to stay. I sigh and say: hey!

Your moaning does not stop at my hair. You've got plans
for my body too - your tool to bestow gifts as you please
As long as I stick to the deal - eating my peas and greens
Burning the blob of fat so I don't fall splat on my face
should diabetes and her lovely friends come in my space

Oh...and you're a practical joker, aren't you?
Letting it all hang south when I'd rather do central
You tell me in that sarcastic tone of yours: It costs
to be natural, dear. Plastic is just as dear, dear.
Whatever you do: keep it moving, hon

'Cause one morn, it will all be gone
There will be no mistakes to mark
Your learning would be done
Your babies would know
Mama has gone home

©Adura Ojo 

images: google

NaPoWriMo Day 23
Poetic Asides: Write a Judging Poem
d'Verse Poets Open Link Night 
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Open Link Monday

Thursday, 12 April 2012

Key


Tell me what you saw in me
What it was that drew you to me
'Cause I can't see it anymore

Whatever it was
(If it was ever there)
Did you dream that it was?
'Cause you wanted me?

Would love to tell you what I saw in you
What it was that drew me to you
But I can't see it anymore

Whatever it was
(If it was ever there)
I didn't dream it
'Cause you lied to me

Now I've got the key
to unlock the door
and love
(that never was)
can be free
to find a home
of truth.

 ©Adura Ojo 2012


images: google


Linked to: Poets United -The Think Tank Thursday #92 Key, and NaPoWriMo Day 12

Sunday, 1 April 2012

Aina


She gathers leaves for moin moin
Emotions boil; simmering anchovies
Soul on the edge of a quiet storm

Right hand curls into a fist
Hug-me-not basket of ills
Shield away from prying eels

Eyes teach her destiny
Spill angst on to her knee
Spell despair in her name


©Adura Ojo - April 1, 2012


images: Wikipedia


Posted for NaPoWriMo 2012, Poetry Jam: Another point of View - Strange Gods, Poetry Pantry #95

In Yoruba culture, some names given to babies tell a story about events before and during their birth. That name follows the child through life and their journey of fate. Aina was so named because she was born with the umbilical cord round her neck.