Saturday, June 19, 2010

MY RETURN TO CLAY...

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Ooh…what will be the signs…..before my time knocks?
Will my caller yawn loudly ….as giant city clocks?
Will signals be hidden…as a king’s torn socks?
Will I crack in pieces…as cursed building blocks?
Will I snap and drop…as fake Chinese Locks?
Will it come with a quake….leaving behind shocks?
Or will it be blood-stained….as a butcher's mattocks?

Ooh…how could I know… it would be this day?
When an endless heartbeat... would fly away
In this windowless box... I would alone lay
Witnessing tears …and prayers they say
My eyes all starving….smelling no ray
 My window, a sad glass….for their respect to pay
How emotions burn….souls wishing I stay!

Ooh….how sudden…their bonds now stronger!
Wasn’t I cheerful to a few...to others, filled with anger?
Wasn’t I a friend to a few….to others, a nameless stranger
Wasn’t I harmless to a few...to others, a living danger?
Wasn’t I dignified by a few…to others, a homeless ranger?
Now drained of my waters----I’m a broken manger!
My tunes all muffled…it’s time for an arranger!

Ooh…is that a shutting sound…..driving away any gleam?
Isn’t that a lifting feeling….of being carried by a team?
Are those final prayers…as tears flow like a stream?
Now red earth my bed…divorced from sun beam?
Are those storms of soil…..forcing loved ones to scream?
Ooh… My final journey….that never crossed my dream!
I’ve returned to clay….leaving world‘s dark cream!

Ooh…will my grave be frequented... as links on  facebook?
How fast will they bury… my poems and look?
Will one ever ponder …what path my life took?
Will my memories be complex …for loved ones to unhook?
Will they set on fire…my love letters and notebook?
Will all my family move on...with passion of a cook?
I’ve returned to clay…..no longer swimming like a snook!

Now gone….let go…no more time to grieve!
Now gone….keep living…there are more to achieve!
Now gone…you witnessed….it’s time you believe!
Now gone…rejoice…it may be your reprieve!
Now gone…wake up…you’ve lots to conceive!
Now gone…tread well….no gain to deceive!
I’ve returned to clay….God’s judgment I’ll receive!

© 2010 Meshack Sewe
(Dedicated to my aunt who passed on just before I could complete the poem…)

9 comments:

Dasuntoucha said...

Felt...ONE::

elizabeth mueller said...

I'm sorry to hear about your aunt--my prayers are with you and your family.

What a wondrous poem that is. Very thought provoking. It makes me wonder what kind of memories I will leave behind, too...

Thank you for visiting and following my blog! :)

Doris Plaster said...

Thanks for visiting and following my blog.
Your poetry is beautiful, definitely heart touching.
Sorry for your loss.

Blessings.

Doris

AWOKEN SOUL said...

@Dasuntoucha, Elizabeth & Doris, many many thanks in deed for reading my poem and for your encouraging comments. I'm honoured.

Connie Arnold said...

Sympathy to you on the loss of your aunt. This is a beautiful dedication to her.

spottedwolf said...

excellent poem !!! It makes one wonder what will be left unfinished or, at least, temporarily feel that way...she was here and then like the whispers we come from....returns to the others

Awoken Soul said...

@Connie,many many thanks for your sympathy and touching comment..@
Spottedwolf, I can't agree with you more....your comment has made me smile, thanks friend.

welcome to my world of poetry said...

Sorry about your your aunt.
Thank you for joining my followers back a while but you have never commented at all and wondered if you were ill.

I enjoyed reading your poem though the circustances was unhappy. I also applaud your last poem written in another language.

Take care.
Yvonne.

Daij said...

I'm sorry to hear about your aunt. Love the poem!

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