The Night Day Call Of Awahawa: Narrative Poems

By Anaphora Black

The Nightday Call Of Awahawa is narrative poetry told through the eyes of Awahawa who in one night dreams seven interwoven, distinct, prophetic, didactic and revealing dreams which frighten him each in turn. Voices in the dreams compel him to reveal all the dreams to 'his children.' He calls them to hear his dreams but selfishly he decides to keep one of the dreams to himself, seeking to benefit from his knowledge of the revealed future.

The author Anaphora Black is an instagram poet who is a Best Content winner of @writersfluence May 2021 shoetry competition, and a featured poet on @risinglightpoetry for the narrative poem 'Almost' and on @writersaroundtheworld for the narrative poem "Let The Stones Fall."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blue Flame Books
• Release date: Jul 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201387563

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Poem 1

The Awakers Rhyme

1.

"In fear I awoke

in tears from this dream

we live

to call all, "Come,

come to my room

with an attentive ear,

with inked life pen

and perfect soul paper

which words must own

of a night vision

of what's made known

to breathing men."

But none ever came.

I slept again in pain.

2.

Again I awoke in fear

sweating tears. We live,

I called with an attentive ear

and perfect soul paper

of a night vision

to breathing men.

"Tears from this dream

come to my room

with inked life pen

which words must own

of what's made known."

but no one came

to hear me.

I slept again

in soul pain.

3.

To breathing men

of what's made known

of a night vision

which words must own

and perfect soul paper

with inked life pen

with an attentive ear,

come to my room we live.

I called, "Tears from this dream

I awoke in fear

and..." but none came.

So I slept again

in pain.

4.

"To breathing men

of a night vision

and perfect soul paper

with an attentive ear

we live,"

I called, "I awoke in fear

and of what's made known

which words must own

with inked life pen.

Come to my room

tears from this dream."

but no one came to me.

I slept again

in pain.

5.

"To breathing men

and perfect soul paper

we live,"

I called, "of what's made known

with inked life pen.

Tears from this dream of a night vision

with an attentive ear

I awoke in fear

and which words must own,

come to my room."

but no one came.

I slept again.

6.

"Come to my room.

I awoke in fear and of a night vision

with inked life pen

we live,"

I called, "to breathing men

which words must own

with an attentive ear

tears from this dream

of what's made known

and perfect soul paper."

but no one came to me.

I slept again.

7.

"Come to my room

of a night vision

we live," I called.

"Which words must own

tears from this dream

and perfect soul paper?

I awoke in fear

and with inked life pen

to breathing men

with an attentive ear

of what's made known."

8.

A healthy dead sleep

It will let me sleep

For I perceive I must tell

Maybe if I tell

What brought the night cry.

Let me tell the mystery

Gather around, gather around

resigned.

Only now do all come when I am tired

Six times none heard, none answered.

Seven times I woke to call highly deep,

Seven times I dreamt troubled sleep.

Is everyone here? do stand near - closer.

9.

It's not yet time.

It's not time,

No - not with him.

You will go with them

You will go with them.

Then they will come.

It said, First he will come.

10.

"Things not known,

things you must know,"

It said, I have things to show.

and sat me down.

It called me by name

the demon.

It visited me.

11.

Is everyone here? do stand near - closer.

Seven times I dreamt troubled sleep,

Seven times I woke to call highly deep,

Six times none heard, none answered.

Only now do all come when I am tired,

resigned.

Gather around, gather around.

Let me tell the mystery

What brought the night cry.

Maybe if I tell

For I perceive I must tell

It will let me sleep

A healthy dead sleep.

12.

It visited me,

the demon.

It called me by name

and sat me down.

It said, "I have things to show,

things you must know,

things not known."

13.

It said, "First he will come

Then they will come.

You will go with them.

You will go with them

But not with him,

No - not with him.

It's not time,

It's not yet time.

14.

I will show you

What he will say,

What they will say,

What you will say

And all that you will do,

And what they will do

So that you will know

What is to come,

what has been.

15.

I will show you

what has been,

what he will say,

what is to come,

what they will say

so that you will know

what you will say

and what they will do,

and all that you will do.

16.

What you do with what you know,

what to you it will mean

That is entirely up to you.

Man always does

What he wishes

Being a child of obedience,

freewill and weakness."

17.

It took me

by the hand saying, "My purpose

is not to hurt you,

Or lie to you.

I want you wise

At least in this."

18.

It made me watch them and myself

By these very ears I heard

Future life

But I could not understand

what I saw.

I could not understand.

How can this be?

19.

It left a voice in my head.

How can this be?

It's talking, talking...

And talking.

Write us down.

Write us down.

Write us down.

Please can someone,

anyone,

write this down for me.

20.

Write that not with a no or yes

of the all seeing eyes

or a breathed whispered word

not even with a nod

or shake of the locked head

no smile or frown or groan

not even a slight recognition

did he meet the accusation,

but a big fat nothing of nothing

is all I got from the interrogation.

With him not answering

with me questioning, probing

in every possible way

this way or that way

incitingly or threateningly.

me watching him

for any tell tale sign of seeping truth

and him watching me

possibly for my own truth

to see

if there are cracks in my concrete

hoping to make them indiscrete.

You must see

truth in right hands is a weapon

for an effective defence

or wileful offence

in this choreographed dance

so is harmonious silence

more misleading than a lie

but all can bring ruin or confusion,

annihilation or construction,

salvation or destruction.

so with no readable expression,

dead of emotion and alive as a stone

behind the glass partition

I had come to expect him to sit or stand

from my experience with this god.

21.

This time around

the god smiled.

He never smiles, either at me

or in my presence.

He never ever has these three

days I have visited him

which is also how long I have

known him.

22.

And of a sudden, he spoke

that I stood there

not knowing what to do.

"A well thought out how-to thought

or idea is like a well aimed arrow,"

he says. "We can hit

what we want with it,

no matter the direction and speed of the wind

or the target.

Once released

and its out there in the world

a how-to idea cannot

be taken back or destroyed.

Nor can anyone own it.

Yes, it can be forgotten.

Yes, it can be corrupted.

Some can even dare forbid

the use of such knowledge.

Some can even abuse

the knowledge

but in its pure, original form

or in its improved form

it achieves what

it's thought out to achieve.

Creating the new

and unusual out of the old,

ordinary and mundane.

Its power is creative

and in creating it sometimes

de-constructs and destroys

but never does it wastes.

The god of this planet He knows this

and it makes Him mad

and afraid

under that calm facade.

He understands the power to survive

it gives them, the choices they now have

and the fact that they no longer have

a need for the likes of him

or his type of home.

They know and in knowing

they have tangible hope

of realisable self-provision,

self-emancipation

and self-protection

from the ravages

of elements,

of enemies

and of pseudo gods.

They now know how-to.

They NOW know how-to."

23.

For emphasis,

the god bangs his

fists on the glass,

of the glass

and breath

along the length

rivulets

like small cackling lightning running

the impact sends.

24.

The god laughs

at my discomfiture.

Expecting the glass to shatter

and set him free

I take a step back

and look.

Prior the visit

I had almost

given up getting even a word

from the accused god.

Perhaps the god sensed this.

Perhaps he finally realised

that it was his freedom

at risk and not mine,

and that I could perhaps be of use to him -

a voice given mime

or just a useful pawn

in a god game.

These possibilities disturbed me

though either way I hoped now I will get answers,

the right answers.

To me it seemed better

to please one god than none at all.

25.

You, the god points at me in disdain,

Him, he points up with his chin,

before sweeping the same

hand in an angry arc. "No one,

none can take that from

them.

They are free.

They are too far gone

for foreign enslavement or self-oppression

by ignorance or isolation

or lies

or by the favourite tools

of gods: the taboos, the curses,

the confusion and false prophecies

even the mass punishments.

The creature now creates

what he needs,

his own comfortable safe reality. That's

the power of intellect, of being gods:

the power to create from

what's around him.

The creature now understands

what substances

they are in the ground

and in the air

and in living bodies,

how they behave

and what they can do

if manipulated in a particular way to do

something useful or better,

forever.

And by creating be independent of the capricious

or stingy vicissitudes

of nature and the gods.

Living

and then dying

is no longer enough for them

or me

or you

or any right thinking

being.

It was never enough.

It will never be.

They, they just didn't know.

Now they do know.

You too,