LETTER TO MY LOST HEARTHROBE/ THE
CONFESSIONAL
A poem by Ezihie Stanley
Just as trance it was when it all began,
And bare footed I walked just with my
night gown,
Unconscious I was, was the thought in my
mind,
And sheepishly I followed like a man
born blind.
The shepherd on whose order I act, I do not see,
Even when our sojourn cross path with
the sea,
Who as the moment was deep in sleep,
Though the creatures who abodes in her
were not asleep.
Further the path we walked past the
weary valley,
Who in benevolence ushered us peaceful
passage,
Even when under the surgical blades of
the constructors of highways,
That paid heed not to us but the
accuracy of their gauge.
Finally we could sense our destination
from afar,
Even when we do not know the destination
like jah,
But from the emitting of the atmospheric
wind,
Filled with pep that cures even the
blind.
On the long we stepped into the Eden,
Through a passage so hard but without a
potter,
Magnificent and elegant and far from
being a den,
Splendid a site it was to behold that I
forgot all about supper.
It was an orchard plantation,
From whence at a gaze, can view the
smiling sea without foundation,
Surrounding the gorgeous plantation of
beauty,
serving as the potter we didn’t find on duty yet on duty.
serving as the potter we didn’t find on duty yet on duty.
With all the serenity my eyes has seen,
and my perception beheld,
I felt at peace and took to my heels in
dance,
The trees flabbergasted joined me in
dance,
And like Jackson we displayed
ecstatically holding our heads.
Sooner than I know, it dawned on me,
That the anonymous shepherd I had
followed,
Was you and your love that I had longed
so much to meet,
Aghast! I became but, forthwith had it
disposed.
Immediately the stream of joy swelled in
me,
The fire of your love kindled in me,
The air I inhaled from thence became
that of you,
The paradise of my heart I thought to
have attained in you.
Friends and enemies complimented me
because of you,
Knowing that your beauty was the best
around,
Lucky and fortunate I counted myself
without cue,
Drown in your love I shouted your name
aloud.
Behold Adunni! Waking from the sleep of
my ecstasy
To my utter astonishment, was you in the
hands of another,
From the orchard of efficacy,
The stream of delight in me forthwith
turned into an ocean of sorrow with much thunder.
With much confusion I thought of what my
sin was,
Finding non I turned to you with my
heart of loss,
Only to find your back turned at me
without words,
And your face turned to him as your
lord.
Adunni! Your silence murdered the being
in me,
I turned to a friend for solace but in
silence, he also winked at me,
I became devastated the more in the pool
of my sorrow,
Then the moon glanced at me with an idea
to borrow.
Then and then did I discovered that you
never loved me,
When I had naively build my empire of
love around you,
Believing it to be a phantom that needs
no guard by the lee’s,
Not knowing that the pillars were made
of saliva of hue.
The identity of this your new idol I
later discovered,
From the social media gadget of yours
uncovered,
Then I ascertained the reason you chose
him above me,
To be the depth of his swag and craft
ship of his footwork,
That was some days applauded by all in
the house including me.
With heartache and depression I took a
walk.
Deeply hurt I was but had no choice,
And pretended like all was well in the
face of all like Loyce,
With heart of man I still found it
difficult to take my fate,
When in all reality it looks for me too
late.
TO BE
CONTINUED
Dedicated to Funmi Wilson
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