Baked Frozen Fortitude Poem by Felix Bongjoh

Baked Frozen Fortitude



(i)

Bite me with
needles of cold
whirring winds,
when shadows
cover me

with cold nylon
palms of artic
smacks and snaps
freezing me up
into an icy coat

I wear firmly
without gnashing
teeth; without
freaking out

with a porcupine's
arrows flashed
and flipped out

at creeping
daisy
and alabaster
quiet air

spiraling with spun
loops of cold hairs
of fog and mist

carrying cold
worms cut off
from hearths
of their whole bodies.

Harvesting
cotton and pearl
fingers from
a tree carrying

more soaked
butterflies
of splashed rain
to roll on
wheels of scarred

feet sipping
dewy and wet
leaves spat out
by sky's clouds.

(ii)

The sun now
rises with barking
molars
and forked

tongues of snaky
rays, whisking
glowing tails
wagged and curled

by dogs
with fire in their
eyes, no rainbow

veils scooped
out from
deep hot shrieking

and singing
waterfalls
to cover me

with filtering
herringbone
weaves
of sprouting,

spurting smoke
I shrug off
my shoulders
with lances

of my tossed
and hurled cutting
palms hanging

in shredded air
of me
in a furnace.

(iii)

The whipping
nibbling sun
rages on with
overgrown
fingers of rays

swimming
through fur I wear,
when air's
feathers no longer

tuck crowing
afterfeathers
and wings

into my bushy
hairs to make me
fly and glide
with a condor's
spread and spray,

as pile weaves
from grasses
and thorny vines
coat and hug me.

And more spikes
of sun
scratch off
beds of sludge

holding
me tight across
a strait of noon.

(iv)

The sun strikes
me with
overgrown spikes

of whistling
thorns, when
moths
and breezes

of my fabric
brush and blow
flowers

into cracks
and yawning
caved-in
wounds

of my bleeding
inner bowl.

(v)

O inner self
of mine
swinging between
cold and hot,

hand out to me
a bunch of pansies
to fan me
with a breeze
from sea shores

and hot hands
woven by soft
rubbing stokes

sun-breathing trees
filter down
to a quiet nook.

Monday, November 16, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: endurance,silence,suffering
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Felix Bongjoh

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Shisong-Bui, Cameroon
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