Ebbing Out, Bouncing Back
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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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Ebbing Out, Bouncing Back - Felix Bongjoh
Ebbing Out To Bounce Back
(i)
Askesis, the heavy crown
To wear, letting
An elephant sit on you,
As you brush off
Prickling thorns with
An alligator’s spiked bark
And buffalo horns
Tilted from a serrated
Spear’s angles,
Where mosquitoes lull you
To doze away
In a river spilling spring water,
As it gulps down
Red ink and nectar
From your veins.
As it sips off
Every ounce of your
With the same hose
Hooting and booming
With a tempered
Trombone’s thirsty throat.
(ii)
The only zephyr
Sponging off remnants
Of a wasp’s
Broken teeth
And an eagle beak’s soft
Greeting
With palm lines
Sketching maps to a place
By vipers
Basking in juicy sun,
Spraying nylon sheets
And wool blankets
Over stemmy bodies writhing
In ice stones
(iii)
From breaking corners
Of pneuma’s hat
Woven out of sizzling filaments
Of steam still
Thickening into threads
To stitch a wildfire
Into a shore’s
Tickling and twinkling zephyr
By a garden
Spurting out colors
From midnight’s gem-ridden
Nebula, as globe
Bounces away from an eclipse,
Where goddesses
Frolic and dance in funneled
Gem-lined robes
From which mumbled bells ring
With broken organ mouths
And asphyxiated flutes.
Here, at the peak
Of a thin pylon
With no ribs, I’m ebbed off
In a slapping storm,
Tossed off down a deluge’s
Deep gorge,
From which I rise back,
A neon bulb
Beaming from an electric pole’s head
Amid a thousand night flies.
Octopus and Squirrel
(i)
Your bloated crib fills me
With an empty house,
No toy, no buoy
To float me, as I glue eyes
To TV without you.
Only a groove-on-face
Re-echoes I’m here
,
Rebounds, a sneezing balloon,
Its home wall-less air.
And into that dent
May I burrow to dress
A creeping gorge
With dimming clouds hatching
A tentacled silence.
(ii)
How does the octopus
In me, stop the fleeing
Squirrel with one wounded limb,
Leaving the other limbs
To wrap me up beneath
In a belly basket, appendages
Squeezing me in, letting
The squirrel scamper off,
Only to pop back to me
With a long-stifled bang:
I’m not melted out of sight,
Not thawed away by sun-bird
That won’t shine
With unlocked wings and flaps.
(ii)
How love stretches hands
Like a poking squirrel.
How a gore bleeds, as I fiddle
With a cracked groove,
That hollow only a plaster
Of love can fill, drilling me
Into you, into your shadow looming
Beyond bushy edges
Of a swelling brow capturing
Only you, harboring only you,
My berth stretching hands
Out to draw you into a moon’s home,
Where I sit in your couch,
Swelling back into a wallowing
Octopus, stretching
Appendages all day to wrap you
Back into a basket dome.
Into the desert of a living room,
Where octopus and squirrel
Play cards on a sea-wave maze,
A stetching sky-on-earth of hide-and seek.
Leaves in The Wind
(I)
Through the clatter and clutter
Of melted dew, thro’ stony bones
In murmurs without flesh
A leaf in a tree never dies.
It cleaves its navel
From mother tree, wriggles
Its way back to gleam
Green with snake chlorophyll,
As it steers its way up a twig.
A plant creeping, peeking
At life from a bird’s tail.
A rope of shabby grass swinging
With dead ants on the tree’s
Bark. As another leaf jumps
Into a ball of wind, kicking
Itself out, knocking itself off
Another unpreened feather of wind.
Only rustling blades trim
Silent straightened wires of light,
The only thread of sun’s corona.
(ii)
It dangles on auntie branch,
Dives down home on earth,
The only tomb spun by an axis
To build a dome’s womb
Called bumps and trees.
Flexed by a wind’s arthritic
Hands. Clung to a stem waving
Streamers from palmate
Spears. A tree branch arches a bow
To toss back wind arrows
At death, as a bleeding hawk
Drifts down spilling
Drizzles of rain. And waters spun
By a priest’s aspergillum
Under the rustling tree,
Leaves swayed to stroke me
With the only fingers
Of God to undo themselves
From petiole-wrists. Oracles too
Cleared their sizzling voices
Roasted by the sun.
(iii)
In the wind, they drifted
Curtains on wide windows,
Spoke in proverbs
That did not mix well with
Crackling twigs cranking
Up an engine that won’t ignite
The late morning’s mood.
Fill up these holes in sky ladders
Rising to keep pace
With columns of wounded light,
Clatter and creak O wind
In leaves, O breeze from vents
Carrying chatty voices
Colliding with the false alarm
Of a sky lark in search
Of its tail. In search of death
Chasing life, feathers forgone.
In search of a flying corn cob
Torn into the fabric
Of