MORNING DOVE - BY ADURAGBEMI BARNABAS
Wait
for me in the terrace of the sliding leaf
Stainless
feather meandering splashing firmament
I’m
at the humble corner of green shadows of palms
Intertwining
golden twigs and demolishing hornet’s nest
Tales
by moonlight in thick dawn of rising eastern sun.
Frame
of hopeful map hung at bodily block of pedantic heart
Rough
trail of efflorescing beatitude crisscrossed request
Wings
of seraphim attached skin to equate the racing breeze
Plight
of falconer lingers in the boiling mind of tied wingy wings
Brightening
lines magnetizes the baseless sharp whitish claws.
Plumes
retrenched gummy field of ageless commandment
Death
of identification at the altar of many bitter cascading dirges
Red,
not red of fruitful roses, but redness of clothing stigma of hades
Thirst
of blood on land of waters; search of body in world of decaying souls
Parables
of the wind on weakened pulpit of elders of birdbrain and cobwebs.
Mourning
dove begot the evening sparrow of sword to rent freedom attire
Perforated
roofing sheets betrayed the minds sets of rocky foundation
Those
who can laugh have no teeth of intentions for cracking dark nuts
Shivering
gatekeeper of tomorrow marries beautiful jinx of mermaid
Cacophony
of alleviation springs from the dream of unborn bones.
Rain
of vengeance metamorphosed erosion in these stomachs
Emetic
liberates obstructed gushing of concealed sediments
Wolves
rent sheep’s clothing for the bewitched to see through crystal jars
Cataclysmic
construction of old rugged road revealed the diamond in gutter
The
caged bird sings sonorously when fetters of iron melt in fire.
Assent
the bills of illumination on this mountain of endless contests
Disburse
lubrications magnanimously on stiffened engine of accomplishments
Masquerades
of the night should depart to the evil forest of unreturned
Morning
dove returns to the green morning and sparrow to leafless night
Palm
trees at the rivers of waters rescue pregnancy from unripe birth.
WORLD
BARNABAS
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