Poetry

Gloom is Half-Naked

So church bells have tolled all night
Mother said she dreamt of winds that pollinated madness and
Of 30 silver pieces, the price of gold and gold-plated tomatoes
Jewels sprouting from thieves buried clutching jewel seeds
I dreamt
Of scented …

Despoiled

I dig the ground for the coins not hidden there

I search the open heavens for the symbol not visible

I groan amidst green buds cracking in the wind

as the sun beats the earth of a thousand souls

 …

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Nothing

The soft sound of water spraying onto
Ceramic tile
Words that don’t exist stick
In the back of the
Tongue

I rest my head against a stool imagining
Weightless property,
Move me;
Sideways.

Serotonin and glial cells
Holding up mass…

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An Appeal to Obdurate Objects

There are measuring tools that refuse to check in
Science of proxemics, spatial intelligence, small expectations

Locating, relocating, all should have bearing
Otherwise the entire geodetics industry is a sham

Rooting, re rooting can jar the soul
But not the …

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IJ Pentz – Wits University, 29 October 2015

 

Aftermath –
the sums calculated,
formulas enumerated,
abacus beads
fallen which way they may.

Fine dust,
like an early
Christmas,
blankets the
store in
subdued grey.
A snatch of yellow
and green
peeks
through the mess.

Huddling together
as …

I Am Stuck in That Room

Noses collided on the plane of mutual longing
But it was our tongues that needed to talk
Lips eavesdropping on a cloudburst of fervid desire
I am stuck in that moment

Chests met on the valley of frisky clinging
But …

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A Game of Numbers

Say an arbitrary night
(could be moonless or not
depending on the mood of the universe
and if she is interested in this play set
before us)
say a man
our protagonist
walks into a street and the
street swallows …

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The Peninsula of Poets

Umar Sidi’s chapbook, where this poem is extracted from, is free for download on this site. He is a helicopter pilot with the Nigerian Navy. His debut collection of poems Striking the Strings is coming out with Origami (Parresia)

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Lonesome Tree of Ténéré

Amidst the wild waste of the Sahara’s sands

Stood a resilient lonesome tree.

 

Such fame did the Tree of Ténéré command

That round and about it was declared

The most isolated soul in the whole wide world

And men …

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