Dear Amoakoaa

DEAR AMOAKOAA

Dear Amoakoaa,

after I piped my first tune 

for you on my lonely flute 

my lungs are swollen 

with air full of your fragrance

Who shall hear the song 

of a grieving heart

aside these fireflies 

wandering in the cold night?

I wish they could 

swarm into your heart with 

the gloomy glows 

they light in my face 

The cold night has 

brought me tears from 

the ruins of yesterday--

odour from the painful wound 

love inflicted on my heart 

I wish you could 

see this deep scar I harbour 

within me 

There are no more ears 

to hear my songs-

there are no more soft palms 

to dry my tears 

There's no longer 

a heart to bear with me my burden 

of sorrow and watch with 

me tomorrow's joy

Amoakoaa, 

will you dance to it 

if you I pipe you a tune 

from my longing heart?

(c) Sarpong Kumankoma 

06-01-2016

2245hrs 

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XORLALIE

XORLALIE

Xorlalie-
Alone with my scar
In this abandoned cave
Fluting with the
Lifeless breath
Of yesterday

Tunes for
The maggot march
In a rotten rose

Tunes to
The mournful song
Of houseflies
Swarming over
My wounded heart

Xorlalie-
Alone with my scars
In this abandoned cave
Sleeping with my
Head buried in
Yesterday's excreta
Chocking in peppery nightmares

Watching
Pain dig drains on my face
In the dimming of
Love's radiant rays

Xorlalie-
Today's breath
Pipes no tunes about
A stale past
          But
Tunes imploring
The Master Gardener
To clear a new land
And sow on it
A new rose seed

Tunes
That will invite raindrops
To nourish the seed
To flourish

Tunes that will call
Butterflies to draw
A rainbow hallo
Around the mature rose

Xorlalie-
Alone in this abandoned cave
Watching my reflection
Smile  in the mirrored scar

Hearing the drumming
Of feet drawing near

I sing Xorlalie
a Redeemer is around!

©Sarpong Kumankoma
30-08-15