The red leaves The brown bricks The orange clouds The yellow sticks The evening hues Illusion kicks in blended reality My mind’s tricks Make me feel Nature’s magic mix. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
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YOUR COLOURED SHELL
You‘ll be there sitting by yourself
And the world will come and meet you;
Your race will jump out like a shell
Between you and all that greet you;
Protecting you from some,
Separating you from some,
Making you invisible to many;
Making you scary to some,
Making you hated by some;
Making you a clichéd image to many;
Connecting you to others,
Uniting you with others,
Making you visible to this many.
And there’s nothing you can do about it
As if it were exactly how nature intended it.
You‘ll be there sitting by yourself
And the world will come and meet you.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
POINTS OF VIEW
You just assume it’s true Because it’s native to you You just assume it‘s true That my blue is your blue But my blue is really very red rises like blood rose to my head While your blue is green instead the leafy verdure of a flower bed Neither your blue nor mine Is truly blue or azure or divine The blues we see are but in line With our maturity, depth or shine Yet you simply assume it’s true Because yours is native to you You assume that I’m seeing blue Just because it looks blue to you. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
A CERTAIN NEWNESS
New thoughts arising in colours becoming
New paths all over, all over my path
New answers falling in patterns benumbing
New friends with old faces
New ties with old places
New visions bring a new sense of belonging
Newness and calmness out from a new bath
Of old traits are few traces
Of new veins are full vases.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
LOOKING FOR ART (A Duet)
There are days
Grey is my colour
My fist is an empty net
My loneliness is trapped within
My lost lines
There are nights
Black is my colour
My mind is full of melancholy
My heart remembers it’s broken
My hope gone
Blue is the island
An oasis of seeking shade
Shade of hue and colours somewhere
On the horizons of intuition
Beckoning
Yellow is the fire
A symbol of promised growth
Rays invisible yet warming
The seed pushing towards light
Determined
For in my every dark hour
Every colour is comfort
Every form is transformation
Spirit, never stop looking
For Art.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije and Dormis Aeternitas
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This Poem is a Duet I wrote together with Dormis Aeternitas, a wonderful poet.
Visit his blog to read more of his enchanting work.
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Picture: Section of Van Gogh’s “The Starry Night”
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COLOURS
There are thoughts that define
And there are thoughts that defy…
There are hearts that deny
Hearts that desire
And hearts that never run dry –
And there are hearts
That run dry –
But I won’t cry.
There were thoughts that struck me
Thoughts that thunderstruck me
And left me dumbstruck –
These are the thoughts that stuck to me…
But if we say sometimes yes
Sometimes no
Sometimes…
Yes sometimes no sometimes yes.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
TRUE COLOURS
Every tree eventually
Bears its fruit
Look not for reason
Wait just for its season
Long is the wait when
Deep is the root
You don’t know your friend
Until the end.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
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