My Two Boughs Poem by Felix Bongjoh

My Two Boughs



(i)

Loitering within
Myself, a deep barrel,
Floats me through
A narrow pipe,

Moon-lit thoughts
Brighter than
Ripe fruits in a sun-lit tray,
Where my mouth is prey

To the thick flesh
Devouring it
In chunks and lumps
Of overcrowded

Wet concrete driven
Through a narrow
Tube's throat, yet sinking
Into guts not ready
To digest unchewed bones:

(ii)

A mind's belly
Too full to filter coarse
Food for sight
And disintegrating
Sounds from Mars,

As ear soon breaks
Into light strings
And threads, sinking it
Down a deep pit,

Where flickering
Butterflies' desperation
Reign with stars

On raised rocking
Couches, growing as tall
As a horned double-faced
Beast handing out
A handshake, a sword
Turned against self.

(iii)

Strolling out
Into a cleanshaven
Wilderness,
Gravel and sands sitting
On planed
And polished glass,
The only grass.

It puts the mind
In a free-floating balloon,
Whose million-mile
Legs stretch its

Wiggling feet to filter
Through
To a rare desert rose.

(iv)

As the roadrunner
Chases a piece of lightning,
Dry dust pastes
New spectacles
On an itchy smarting face

Melting into tear screens,
Long-sighted lenses
To sketch and spray
Whydahs and sandgrouses

Towing me
To honeysuckles
And cacti,

A fresh life's meadow
Of suns and stars
In a flickering
Candle's lips murmuring
The loud road.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Felix Bongjoh 23 July 2019

A poem about being an introvert and an extrovert, the important lesson being not to lose one's identity, as either option may be appropriate or inappropriate, as the case may be.

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Felix Bongjoh

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Shisong-Bui, Cameroon
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