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Ireti

i dip my pen into the ocean of helpless
fluids searching for hopeful cravings
and my blood has rippled in a thousand torrents of expectations...

but do you know that my lungs has torn,shattered and broken on pieced streets and pierced boulevards?

know that i need need not be merged together for i am a victim,curdled on the back of expectations...

you are the lost garment i search for in the holes of a torn garment, do you know how your thoughts reverberates in the hall of my mind ?

ireti,what is the spirit that dwells in you?
tell me your backbone and its custodian..

you break the rocking of my bone and paralyse the swiftness it curdles and wait..you turn my head down on the tongues of hard rocks...

ireti..i am broken

see me emerse my thoughts in the flowing waters of wisdom our fathers hold
and i hold myself with twines of hope weaved by tender tailors with soft hands behind the hopeless garments of expectations...

i am broken...not beyond repair
for i am a victim curdled on the backs of expectations

2nd gradefree verse

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Darlene De Beaulieu

May 20, 2019 at 7:39 AM

Hello Moyorizol\oluwa AD, Wow! you have really expressed yourself here. I am looking forward to reading more of your poetry. Create more poems for us poetress and poets to read. have nice day my friend.

Sami Al-Khalili

November 22, 2018 at 4:05 PM

"ireti,what is the spirit that dwells in you? tell me your backbone and its custodian.." This resonated with me... I'm curious to know what you meant by the "rocking of my bone" and "tongues of hard rocks". I like the imagery in this poem and the ending is heartbreaking with a sign of hope...when you wrote, "i am broken...not beyond repair", it gave me a sense of hope... I enjoyed this poem. I followed you. Thank you Moyorisolaoluwa...