The Sun Still Glitters
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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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The Sun Still Glitters - Felix Bongjoh
Lacerated Morning
A heavily-lacerated, dewed
Morning slipping in,
With dim patches in the sky
Unfolding
Like the stained bandage
Of the wounded -
Young men unable to stand
On their feet, more
Garroted limbs come forward,
Improvised cloud-colored bandages
Stuck to their cakey wounds
As dark patches in the sky
Also bleed copiously
With the determined crimson
Of another busy bloody day,
Flies struggling to find safe filth.
When rivers turn bloody
From a drinking glass of water
Placed and served on wet urns
As cobweb-filled crucibles
Linger in dusty corners,
Where salamanders, lightning
In their tails, scampering off
To safety only suffer cuts
And bruises, coating them thickly
With crusts of their own clotted blood
And freeze on their paths,
Where lizards are unable to crawl
On red bellies, hungry customers
Cheerfully condoning a bloody disorder,
As they gobble down foul stakes
Rinsed in kitchen bowls
With turpentine-diluted water.
As they imbibe a chatty morning
Full of trigger-happy soldiers
Teaching a man how to walk about,
Ears shut, lips sealed, or else
He takes his next meal with a chopped,
Bleeding mouth unable
To masticate even his own breath.
And just as they step back
Into streets swelling with distant
Trekkers on a tedious
Unending trek still stretching out
Elastically, an ambulance
Shows up, soldiers sitting idly in them,
As wounded passers-by swim
In pools of their fresh blood
Streaming down the street like
Freshly arranged stalks of fire lilies.
29411.pngThe Sun Still Glitters
(i)
Dark long tunnel
Of clouds
Unending through
A narrow strip.
Their own eyes light
The pitch-dark
Night of shadows
Of themselves
In growing
Cirrus clouds cheated
By a clumsy painter,
Embroidered
With ash-laden smoke.
Who told them
They could
Rip off eyes like flies
Darkening
The coal-sprayed air?
Sunlight has died
With skies
They’ve not filled
Their pockets with.
(ii)
Where are possums
And bats
To guide steadily
With faint candlelight
Lost groping hands
Feeling only low branches
As shrubs stick out
Thick unkempt hair?
Where are those frogmouths
And nightjars,
Whose cries light
Their stolen path turning myopic
With its own shadow?
29413.pngUnease in The Dark
(i)
Stifled chambers
In the dungeons
Of a sun-rayed day,
Eagle-lined wings
Flapping, tapping,
As silver rays
Turn soot
And boot to kick away
All straight light,
All showers of contaminated
Right-angled lumens.
The birds’ voices
Have become
Unscrewed guitar chords,
Dry banana leaves
Rattling between strings
Fleeting through
Sluggish winds,
And gong winds too
With battlefield bong,
Office workers drinking
Their own storms
From vapors of coffee
Not only intoxicating
Already agitated spirits,
But also sweeping away
Bright sunrays falling
On paths
Of rough cobblestones
Puncturing tired feet,
Leaving robins
Of the morning light.
(ii)
Owls and moths
Have stolen day light again
To catch some sleep
In tight-mouthed
Tents of darkness
Denying sparrow people
Any light in a tense black-out.
Let wren and warbler
Chase away
The bat hawk obsessed with
Dark corners
Trailing badgers, where night
Brightens the armadillo’s eyes
And curse them
With an eclipse, as sunlight
Still glitters in the unease.
29415.pngWide-Eyed Sun Over Cornfields
(i)
Behind
A voracious hawk’s
Circular swoop,
A gust
Of arthritic wind
Jerkily lifts
Its hand, trailing
The weaverbird,
As it weaves daylight into
Its new nest,
From which showers
Of light carve out
The track of a blind man:
He too as a child
Once stole an egg from
The bird’s nest
And only remembers
It’ sky-blue color
That shines a path for him
Only with song,
Only with the deep dark
Angle of a cave,
A dream sunk
Into a stifling sarcophagus
In a generous shade,
A pitch-dark night
Its broad day wide-eyed light.
(ii)
In these cornfields,
Where they hide
Under bright skies
In deep holes
From which corn cranes
Have stolen
Away all light
And the hedgehog revels
In their plight.
But when
Idle soldiers storm them
Entangled
In clean-shaven shrubs,
They exhort
The sun gods for sun
Which glitters
Spreading
Sea-heading wings.
29417.pngInvasive Bats
On the other dark side of town,
Where all bulbs are blown out
Too many bats bump briskly
Into each other, across bruised
Shoulders shoving for space.
Too many summersaulting bats
To sustain faint daylight,
As tamed rhinos and hippos
Also walk across the zebra crossing,
Not quite zebras, as they’d be
Knocked down, pushed away
By party-goers returning only now,
Shepherds half-asleep, day-
Dreaming, their hangovers still
Possessing them, as dusk ripens
Into dusk, repeated twilights
Fading into screened shadowed lights.
The firefighters are here too
Trying to penetrate overcrowded streets
As fire rages on at a nearby store,
Thick dark clouds floating across,
Whirlpools of flares amid hastening
Pedestrians cursing themselves
And hangovers of a night hue, not
Yet ushered out by a distant sunrise.
Not yet ushered out by all these
Walking men, still sleeping,
As elephants suffering from a nervous
Breakdown, having had little sleep
Attempt to cross the street, lights still
Red, then