Choreography In a Scene
The stage is set
The audience fixed their eyes
fitted to the scene, to feed
Sun lit the early morning clouds
And It disappeared, gold appears
Spraying warmth fragrance
On dews of still sleeping leaves
To paint them dry awakening the greens
Yet it stood firmly up the skyline smiling
Sunlight lit on the greens,
It coat them with it green pigment
Chlorophyll, away the pale to fertility
And far deep into the horizon,
golden colourings arrayed the skywalk
it shines
The sun the Painter,
An artiste,
with a golden handle,
with a golden brush.
Sunshine mixed the skyline
And rainbow appeared,
beaming into Sevens
Orange gold, bubble blue
reddish blood, indigo deep,
Yellowish flakes, forested green,
velvety.
Sun lit
And beneath;
I turned to listen to my own write-ups,
to feel how its strings inner my ear drums
And how it acts on the stage
On my Write-ups sunlight shimmering
It plays the sound of a gong boom
And like a drum
It beat talking back at me
And as it plays on the stage,
I smile ,
sunlight in my countenance,
A stage scene
My write-ups dancing choreography
Into daylight dream am trapped,
transported into oblivion
And all I see ;
black skins smeared with the sunlight,
counting native steps
I wave my right hand ,
my other holding the piece
Underneath the sunlight we filmed
The stage shone ;
Background scene lightning,
shadow imageries
of dancing steps echoing
in choreography
as the audience wore appraisals.
The beat goes on and on
And the dancers,
they swave from west to east and swirls
North to south of the stage
to show their style
they stamp thier feet
on the earth stage,
responding to beats they hear.
As the Sunbeam's skywalk steps on them,
An inspiration to their inner soul.
I winkled my eyes
as the daylight dream fades
Still the sundrops makes them acrobatic,
back and front they slide,
As their faces wore giggles,
They smile in ecstasies
The message sunlight shines
That the sun
intunes their memories
Away the dims
As they taste it bite
Though like bees it stung
But sweet like honey it taste,
As to warmth their skins it polishes
To glow no pale,
Though brown it seems,
They fail to frial
They tell no tale,
Their mind it beams
to fame foretell
like never before
the audience
to higher appraisals
And I awoke to light
from my daydreams
As my daybreaks
The trumpet call of the cock's crow
And through the windows,
The sunlight drops into my eyes
Like the touch of a warmly damsel
Rose up from my bed,
picked up some yellow roses
from the balcony
Well packaged
Waiting for the post man
An angelic beam
Gleaming wings
To hand it to the Sunlight
It is a seal between I and the sun
Till forever lives no more,
it will beam on my Write-ups .
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Copyright © Gideon Idudje | Year Posted 2021
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