I was having a discussion with a friend the other day when he told me about a certain photo frame in his bedroom. There would have been nothing unusual about this photo frame if not that it was empty and has been for a while. I asked him about it and what he told me is the inspiration behind this poem.
Nostalgia soaks like a bread loaf in a wet bowl
As memories tumble downhill like rolling stones
Don’t you remember when we were younger?
And all that mattered was growing up faster?
Boys painted on beards with stolen school chalk
Girls wore their mother’s bra stuffed with school socks
Then we all grew up, in a blur.
“I was glad when they said to me it is time…”
said the shepherd boy with a ruddy smile
perhaps, he was quick to understand how
sunday mornings are even more beautiful
with an ulterior reason
across the pews
concealed with smiles
and sneaky mono-focus eyes
he was quick to understand
or am I?
Doors by Tolu’ Akinyemi
Who doesn’t hesitate before tall doors/They’ve never opened before? /Who isn’t scared of shutting after them/ Imposing doors that guard dark rooms/And on the inside without handles? “Jump in” says everyone,/It’s fun and the river is warm/But you know soaked cloths bring a cold/And then you’ll be on your own.
Hello everyone, this is to announce my debut book; “Your Father Walks Like A Crab: Poetry for people who hate poetry”.
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