08.14.08 RUMINATIONS 1
Posted in Love at 7:46 pm by OYALI
What kills a man more
than the surge of emotions unspoken?
the heat ’specially when sincere
makes hell a paradise
pent-up feelings seeking
fissures to plode
the ecstasy will the imaginations outwit
when the explosion finds
the due season and soil
how glorious will the union be
when a man his lost rib finds!
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Ayoola (administrator) said,
August 19, 2008 at 1:09 am · Edit
Seeking fissures to plode or explode. Did not find the word plode in the dictionary.
Plod means to walk heavily or to work labourously.
The glorious union is sweet for the moment
And the mind is soaked with passion until
A fiesty disagreement,
Sharp words exchanged
Dark passion blows open
The tigress of silence
Backs are turned
Shoulders drawn away
From conciliatory touches
And a paradise become hell
When the found rib
Pokes you in the face.
August 23, 2008 at 4:54 pm · Edit
‘plode’ is actually meant to be a clip of ‘explode’. It is a conscious coinage. Thanks for your observation. And for your response, I have this to say:
The pokes and pushes
The aches and sighs
Are meant for proper adjustments
The rib must push
To take its place
Else it’ll suffer all alone
Left to bake and left to freeze
To please the sun and chilly cold
What ecstasy of love unmatched
When the rib fits into its place
What life the man is blessed to live
When the man finds his missing rib
August 23, 2008 at 8:50 pm · Edit
Well said and excellent response. This response flows better than the original poem.
August 25, 2008 at 4:20 pm · Edit
Thanks you. You are a great poet for it takes a poet to appreciate poetry.