Romans and Waterfalls | by Hakeem Adam | An African Poem

I

She said fossils are
Photographs of our past lives,
When behind falling suns
And over climbing moons
We danced by
Impatient rumbling waters,
Salty with envy of our
Seamless grace
Whilst a thousand sands
Tried to steal maps
Of our blissful movements.

I I

I said maybe words
Are just words, and not
Mirages of our passions,
Fears, angers, joys and all
The other toys
That cling onto trembling lips
And beg to live.

I I I
She said stars are
Proof that our eyes
Can behold beauty,
That we cannot have
And go on to regard
What we do posses
As more than just
Wells of euphoria
But immortal metaphysical
Sparks.

IV

I complained of my curse
That makes me crave beyond,
That makes me feel
Volcanoes and; like tornadoes,
Litter words,
Hoping to find
Idle hammocks and
Swing by.
I cried about
My fears that haunt me
When the night is cold
And shadows stares.
When I’m walking home
From sinking sands and
Sultry hands that linger.
I died about the stares
The deep, cross eyed stares
That burn like hunting flares
On my bare back

V

She said;
Stop speaking and be,
For your mind is
A blossoming tree
That sits on a mountain peak
Overlooking valleys and seas,
And as leaves fall
And quivering winds
Scurry along
The sun will always chase the moon
And not have time for you.
The dust will always stain the wall
That paints itself blue
For you bear seeds
And lay a vibrant breeze.
Go ahead and be.
Let green paradigms and archetype
Bask in your shade.

VI
A rock at the foot of a waterfall
Never welcomes the water on her own accord.
Chasing these Romans has made me thirsty for life.

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Post image by Stary Mwaba via African Digital Art

About the Author:

Hakeem Adam describes himself as a creative.  The twenty year old is the sub – editor at Circumspecte (jabdulai.com ) and a content contributor for Dynamic Africa (dynamicafrica.tumblr.com)  and Aadat art blog (aadatart.com).  He also writes frequently on his own blog,  tuffassassin.com.