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Not A Season of Songs by Ridwan Adelaja

this heart

tonight 

sing not of love 

for the door that 

leads inside is broken 

and the hinges in between 

growing gaps like 

rusted fetters. Don’t ask

who -my brothers broke 

it: a tale of cock-lords

in cockroach den.

*

this heart

tonight

no longer feel 

at home at home

for the suffering of my people

drum thunders to my ear.

*

I am a widow 

married once again to 

aloneness, watching the 

sweep-change-finger of 

the clock from a 

distance.

*

this blow is heavy,

this wound is 

eating in; will

time ever a-flesh 

my bone?

POET ADELAJA RIDWAN OLAYIWOLA is the founder of SPEAK QUILL INITIATIVE, a youth led organisation for peace, science and national development in the country using education as a formidable tool. As a poet, his works have been published in numerous poetry websites, book anthologies and magazines. Mr Adelaja Ridwan is a dynamic multi-talented personality. He is a versed speaker, writer (poet), journalist and social media savvy. He currently serves as social media manager for the GREENBLES NETWORK.​

MY LOVE

MY LOVE,

Tell me tales

Under this guava tree,

Lull me sleep

So I will be free…

I know;

You will be here

Watching me…

Though, my eyes were closed

I feel your arms…

I feel you

All around me,

Watching over me…

As I’m watching over you

I’m counting 

Each of your heartbeat

Till you’ll sleep on me

To open my eyes

My lips, my touches

Think not

That I’ll care less

I’ll sleep awhile 

I’ll dream of you

Appreciating me…

Appreciating me

For being there,

For being here

Here with you

Telling you tales

Under this guava tree…

That day will surely come

When you’ll fall asleep

And wake up to me 

Again and again…

I rest my pen

Dawn will soon whisper;

Leaves will soon dew

And cock…crows-

That perfect day ahead.

                ♡ ♡

c.Natur’s Pictur N’quill.