Chidozie Uche O. Poet Sonnet

WoodWork

WoodWork

I am going bald, 
because summer has come upon me with clippers. 
My hair is burning and breaking 
like a wasteland.

Spills cover my face, 
anointed with hydraulic fluid and oil. I store death in my lungs, 
breathing out carbon monoxide.

Don't curse me 
when I lose my tenderness, 
wearing away each year, bearing neither flower 
nor fruit to feed even the flies.

The chainsaw ravages the forest. 
If I fall, I will be as good as wood.


~ Uche Chidozie Okorie

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Tutuola Michael February 7, 2013 at 6:09 PM beautiful!man

Eileen Manassian January 27, 2013 at 2:04 PM An interesting look at what goes inside one's soul. This was a very unique play of words. Thanks for your post! :)

Harry Horsman December 11, 2012 at 10:02 AM Hey this is so good, a poem on self examination, many question here,, love the poem thought, actually inspiring..

Anne-Lise Andresen December 8, 2012 at 6:55 AM A very well written poem, Chidozie - I like it very well. - Hope you will get a relaxed weekend. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)