Weeds of Jewelry
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Felix Bongjoh
Felix Bongjoh, currently living in Boston, Massachusetts, is an International Human Capital Development Consultant, who previously worked for an international organization for some 30 years. In addition to the present twenty-fifth book, Saddle On Thunder, Bongjoh has previously published 24 books of poetry, as follows: (i) Chorus on a Bridge; (ii) Broken Gloss of Bliss; (iii) Nightfall at Dawn; (iv) When Dusk Hoots; (v) Weeds of Jewelry; (vi) Season of Flowers; (vii) The Ineluctable Spin; (viii) Gloom’s Sprout of Love; (ix) Spectrum of Zephyrs; (x) Whistles in the Wind; (xi) The Sun Still Glitters; (xii) Cliff of Sirens; (xiii) Quiet Shadows Scream; (xiv) Angle of Angels; (xv) Sculpted Out of Sky; (xvi) Feathers of Fur; (xvii) Through Sundry Waves; (xviii) Beyond Dying Ripples; (xix) Doors to Eris; (xx) Outskirts of Inner Bowl; (xxi) Ebbing Out, Bouncing Back; (xxii) Tailored To The Stars; (xxiii) A Storm Wave’s Reach; and (xxiv) Isles Of Light.
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Weeds of Jewelry - Felix Bongjoh
The Beginning or The End
An egg drops, cracked,
And a chicken
Hatched is dead.
Thickens the bedrock
Of life past, draped in dust:
A cycle of life gone,
And death is sketched
In one short stroke,
A straight line
Sitting on a deep crust.
Beneath a regolith
Is the place
Where everybody ends;
Shines the stamp
Of artefact.
The noisy dust
Harboring crawling insects
Prickles the skin
Of eternity, all sinking
Beneath a single layer
Into the past.
A grave’s eyes focus
A lens on the past, birth’s cradle
A mere procrastination
Of when the future ends
In a coffin.
But who cares
About the beginning
Spinning the end? As whirlwinds
Cast us - every speck - in a spiral
Of color and sound:
The bird in its unique squeak,
The lion groaning
In a familiar thunder,
Nothing else but day and night
Shouting to each other in familiar tones,
Burning themselves out
Into fog and dew,
Into rain,
Into the rivers that end in silt
And drain themselves
Into a sea, its floor breeding
An end never ending
From which
A beginning sprouts
With fish hooked
In their own profligate nets -
The interwoven plot of gull,
Whale and shark -
Before the fisherman casts his net,
The trevally’s revenge stirring a gyre
Of the assailant assailed
To thicken silt and dust.
Even the lion and the crocodile
Are the hunter’s prey
And the regolith preys on us all:
Who sits on who,
The beginning or the end?
Seasons Change, Time Ages
Pitched melodies of pale green pyramids in leafy
Multi-sleeved gowns, hybrid willows in the breeze mumble
To take a low breath in their rustling ribbon-leaves.
Fanning the singing birds, their filial guests nestled within.
The birds’ lips are glued by sheer fright. Time tightens itself
In cogwheels of will grinding into dust hard nuts of burden
Which we, freezing hands, are unable to crack.
And gate-crashing shadows below the branches loiter and crack
Like old fissured rock of memory revealing long forgotten secrets.
Littering the mind with subconscious flecks. The sun falls asleep.
Silkworms now moths, sneaky guests, steal the sun’s warmth.
The guests stay, tottering - only to die in their slumber.
Induced by a weariness, the amorphous flake time incarnates,
Spreads its tentacles into ice-cold memories melting into a reality:
Fruits of the season ripen to a glow until, weather-bitten, they rot.
Time too rots like the cryptid creatures the trees have become.
The trees shrug off their flosses, leaves dropping like thick gobs
Of staggered tears. The humid winds across rivers swell our own
Tears which we blot with handkerchiefs stained with time.
To purify ourselves of our own crusts before we drop like dry leaves.
To die a bit and pray, sausages bundled up in crusts of chilly blankets,
Like fad hot dogs. No sooner has winter begun to bite our silk of sliced
Frailty than are we tossed into a slim space bearing tall greyish
Ghosts intimidating us - where trees once stood gaining height
Into the sky, cheered by orchestras of birds now in distant graves.
Before the funeral is complete, leaving only nude grey stalks, refusing
To jump further into the sky, the bright sun fondles us for a tight hug
As bright green leaves sing with a torque to propel us into another age.
Stitching Parts
My broken bones and chopped heart
Have pulled me down in a free fall
To feather-light depths of impotence.
Only ashes of mite web
Sail aimlessly in a narrow tube
Open at both ends - with only a vacuum
Screaming in a high pitch.
Gather my mangled remnants
And stitch back my worn-out cylinders
Into a needle head.
When all is embroidered,
Pistons in place,
The three-handed surgeon will
Ensure my spark plugs
Ignite my soul
On wheels of an inner-urge.
The surgeon’s third hand
In its simplest fluidity
Handles no delicate scalpel
To welder pieces of fortitude
Into strong eagle wings.
The hand only fluoresces
Into a stable