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Ndiana Effiom Poem
I
Throw myself into my poetry
Fling myself until I bleed
Until I'm knee deep in similes
Until from my eyes seep seas of salty seeds
Spiraling in the double helix of hyperboles
Hyper..
Hy..per..ven..
Hyperventilating
I Am the paint
I Am the poetry
I'm abstract and multi-hued
With 60 shades of blue
My imagery is true
I have no apologies for you
Just a PSA
You may leave with paint splatters on your brain
That's the vice of a voyeur
That's the limerick liquor
My paint doesn't fit quietly in the canvas corners
I careen violently across the borders
I will not be quartered
I cannot be contained
My greens blast from my being
Shooting my stanzas
Crashing the canvas
Like a smoothie gone loony
My reds are marooning
Crooning, in crimson
Til they collide into the vision
My metaphors are mushrooming into magentas
Bursting through a plethora of placentas
Just ta'
Just ta'
Just to permeate my purple
Sending me in circles
Now my symbols are cyphering
Cyphering...
Cyphering...
Cyphering...
Glimpses of gold rings
Grinning at gravity
The effervescence of my espresso
Drinks in drops of yellow
Jupiter is live tonight
Poetry personified
I am She and She is I
And my black is my pride
And my black is my flight
The Raven Always Flies
STILL, I rise
That's the rhythm of my reprise
And the juxtaposition
Of my purpose and my passion
Equals ascending acceleration
So my colors burst through the prism
Because the light is right
And the tide is high
The moon is in my eyes
The sun is on my side
And I, am Flight
Copyright © Ndiana Effiom | Year Posted 2016
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Ndiana Effiom Poem
as the tide calmly came
and the winds sang
he played
six strings
ardently
his fingers stroked each note
touching her innermost
leaving a glow wherever it flowed
her soul's anecdote
is what he told
legato
slow
so she would know
he wanted to take his time
to find nuances of her mind
hidden in intricate designs
that twirled and twined
brightly
igniting the mind of his eye
inviting him to come inside
and she sighed
because he played like he knew her
and she felt like she was newer
and that's what drew her
so she drew him
into her
and she drew him
in purer
strokes of color
his hues
she painted the grays and blues
in rhythm, in tune
to the resonance that brewed
in his soul into
every fiber of his being
was being viewed
as though he was nude
..she saw him too
and he cried
so as one they painted and played
as though it was love that they made
heated exchange
souls engaged
singing the same refrain
giving off identical rays
warming
soothing like beautiful rain
and both became
changed
in waves
and in they fell...
soul deep
Copyright © Ndiana Effiom | Year Posted 2016
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