A stroll through the curious trees Respectfully quiet to put you at ease What you hear is the noonday breeze Tell us your thoughts, human, if you please. But you hear neither the watching trees Nor the quietly questioning noonday breeze All you know - correct me, if you please - Is that in your heart you simply feel at ease. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
Of Nature And Animals
DUSKY
The wooded streets heavy laden with evening tears The dusk is wet with wanting well within her weathered years where everything longing meets maturity already wears with a battered beauty so haunting for the bruises it softly bears. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
EAGLE AT HEART
Sun-burnished
The sea slit
The morning lit up
Furnished my wit
The varnished mirror beneath me crawls
And over-yonder my sun it calls
Back tarnished memory bit by bit.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
CLOUDRUSH
A river of clouds rushed through a corridor of mountains proud - If a giant had stood there, no doubt he has just poured his feelings outwards, towards some distant gourd that holds some distant fjord. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
PLANE OVER CLOUD VALLEYS
Clouds nestling between the
dark craggy mountains,
sitting in the valleys like velvet cushions –
Silent solemn sentinels rising upwards,
peaks to greet these metal intrusions –
I wonder if they think we are just fleeting illusions.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
THE INVISIBLE CLOUDFOLK
Always this feeling
When I‘m sitting on the clouds
Like a horseman ranging afield:
There must be someone
There must be some people
There must be some folk
Living up here in the clouds
Loving the sun
Loving the moon
Loving the stars.
We just don‘t see them
Anymore.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
LIFE GOES ON
The departed are not dead
They do not rest in peace
If they rest, they have no peace
If they have peace, they‘re not at rest.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
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ROCK STARS
Did the sun give birth to the earth?
And the earth to the moon?
Is the moon childless?
What are we doing here
On this strange rock
In the middle of billions and billions
Of other strange rocks?
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
TREE LIFE
The trees speak to me
And tell me their Story
Some are planted first
For their growth will be long
And their fruits will come last
To feed the weakening strong
Who have made it to the end
Some flower early
To awaken in the young
The thirst for song, and in
The old the memory of beauty
As a birth gift for the Beyond
Some will be the fruit-bearers
In the middle of time
So that along the journey
Nature will take care of every
Wanderer, every Wonderer, every Seeker
The human life is spread out
Into stages and phases and types of natures
In every one you will find a helper
A teacher and a friend
This is love
Every Tree too has a Helper
Invisible to you and me
But this is love –
God leaves no one to struggle
Without giving him or her – or it – a helper too
For those whose leaves never drop
For those whose leaves drop and grow again
For those who stand straight
For those who bend in the wind
For those who grow unannounced, lonesome and rare
For those who meet me everywhere
I say Thank You.
The trees speak to me
And tell me their Story:
Now that you’ve tasted of the tree
Of the knowledge of good and evil
It is time for you to taste the fruit
Of the tree of life.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
LEAVING
There was a girl
the fruit of her labour
Was the world
With a cry of pain and a shout of joy
She gave birth to the world
And primitive was the world
Harsh the lips that burned her nipples
Rough the tongue that broke her word
And we’re still here today
The earth is still not enough
Mother has become a stranger
The outcasts have grasped their destiny.
-Che Chidi Chukwumerije..
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