Du hast mich
Geheilt
Meine Ängste
geteilt
Wie oft sind deine Blicke zu mir
Geeilt
Im Freundeskreis
Einer Unterhaltung?
Ruhig, lächelnd, deine Augen
In meinen geruht
Bis es mir wieder gut ging
Und niemand hat was gemerkt.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Hinter meinem Augenpaar
Sah ich, da war
Mein zweites Augenpaar, tiefklar
Und was es ungesehen sah
In der Weite, beinah
Machte aus meinem Nein ein Ja
Und vice versa
Was meine ich damit?
Das, was man äußerlich vertritt
Stets innerlich darunter litt
Macht uns schwach und echt und fit
Schritt für Schritt.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
I touch my intuition
Every morning
And at night I remember it
Like a friend from long ago
Far away
On the riverbanks of dawn
I forget what I saw in the soft bright sunlight
Of nightly dreams
Sometimes during the day
It will beat
Like a weak heart
I barely hear, barely feel
Quietly inside
Between conversations of How are you?
How are the revenue figures doing?
Very poorly. Stop. And look into the water
And feel your life
Trying to flow back to you, in little ripples
Of intuitively perceived memory
Of the blue island.
Don’t shake your head
And tell me you don’t understand
I know you simply don’t remember…
But I remember you; dimly
Like a friend from long long ago
Far far away
On a blue island….
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Meetings such as these
Can take place anywhere
On streets or in the house of dreams
Or upon open pages
That, beckoning, beckon the words
Out of another heart
And if you want to write a poem
The poem will come to you.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
When you see the future
It becomes the past
And the future becomes again
Unknown to you
To spend your life exploring your future
Is to spend your time scrutinizing your past
It is to miss all the joy and pain
The moment holds for you.
There is only one future
The result of what you do today
There is only one past
Tomorrow it will be today.
Love me today. Make a new tomorrow
Hope is my crystal ball
I see your heart aching for laughter
And laughter after laughter.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Another will come one day
Just as human, but deeper, realer
But tomorrow’s human will say
None can over yesterday’s be superior –
But higher (s)he shall be
And one day too shall write movingly
Of when another too shall in the future grace the stands
Who shall in turn be misunderstood and bereft of helping hands.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Nnukwu mmiri na a gba egwu
Onye na a kụụru gị ekwe
Na ogele?
Ahu a dịkwa gị mma?
A na m a jụ
Maka ị na e megharị ahụ
Dị ka onye nsogbu dị n’obi ya
N’ime abali.
Ọ bụ ọnwa na a chọ gị okwu?
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
This guitar I remember
Was once a part of my life
A most tender member
A most precious joint
The soil of the start
The point of the matter
The giver of self, she gave herself up…
This guitar I remember.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
There is a well
A deep oily well
Bottomless
It has swallowed time
My life time
I live in the future
I live in the past
I can’t find the present
It has squeezed hours
Split seconds
I cannot find time
Time to explore time.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
On the way to Falkenstein
I knew you were mine
On the way from Falkenstein
I knew you were mine
But when we stood side by side
Upon that castled immortality
I knew only that the great divide
Yawns yet ‘twixt longing and reality
And if we true will call this meeting our last
Then, woman, never lie away our past.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
