Murky
16 September, 2009 | 4 comments | Category: I.dentity, for.the.love.of.words!, madness!, nostalgia.personal, poetry, thinking...
by tpeace
floating above
the little balls
solid insolubles
swimming in water
young heroine
skims small solid things
which don’t exist
but burst and smear
a river before her eyes
a world clear as murk
shallow water drowning her mind
sticking her in this dazzling scene
of the real unreal
seething & foaming
subjective froth of a barely
objective reality
draping her
this little bird
whose eyes swim within two-odd decades
lost in the grey ugliness
until she grips hard
what fill the empty cervices & corners of her heart
from the edge of the green hill
she jumps
shrieking all the way down
praying to God that she can
fly skimming the edge of the waterfall
knowing only one single thing -
that she has to jump
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“I gotta free my mind. I gotta chase my soul. I gotta be myself. I gotta find my glow!”
Ayo’s ‘Slow Slow (Run Run)’
[she calls herself a Nigerian-German gypsy which is all too wicked on its own.]
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4 comments to “Murky”
Nani, September 26th, 2009 at 5:09 am:
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so accurately captures my confusion/vision/perception of being 20something!
tsedey, October 5th, 2009 at 10:53 pm:
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beautifully put poem.
btw I love Ayo.
“Nigerian-German gypsy” is what she calls herself? very interesting. wicked is a good word
why is Pupularity 9% [?] is that in regards to her populaity?
AfroQious!, October 23rd, 2009 at 2:18 pm:
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And she keeps jumping until she is forced to stop!
tpeace, February 3rd, 2010 at 7:36 am:
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thank you guys for the comments and kind words
…the popularity was just a widget for this blog – it’s no longer there and had nothing to do with Ayo!