LEONARD
DABYDEEN
Please Explain
Whatever
is so compelling
so
magnifying
so luring
like
honey and bee
egging me
on
to do
this, or that
to shape
and form images
from the
secret vaults
of my
mind
is beyond
architecture
of my dreams.
Sometimes
I sing
sometimes
I dance
cry,
laugh,
catapult
in fear
over a
pandemic curse
going far
away, somewhere
away from
my destiny
no
dharma, no karma
seeing
yesterday
slithering
in an ophidian dream
and I
hide
deep in
my heart
in a
cocktail of time
stirring ambience
in my soul
what is
happening to me
will you
…please explain?
Horse Race
(Haiku)
Neighing
gleefully
gazing at
the track and field
my jockey
salutes!
An Evening In Adelphi
(Homestead
in Berbice, Guyana)
I feel deep-rooted
longing
an urge
for my mind
to travel
back in
time
in my
coastland homestead
in
grandma’s cake shop
I don’t
have any idea
why it
wants to go there
and for
what joy
or
sorrow, bitterness, or anger
in
aggregate or fragmented recall
I have to
be there
in
unwavering stubbornness
scenting
sugar cane
climbing
white-man’s punt
drifting
in canal
so
anecdotal this recovery of life
lighting
fire on alligator’s tail
on the
red-brick street
but my
mind desires
to make
one final voyage
like a
millennium Columbus
to be
there like an indelible scar
serving
cane-cutters mauby drink
tasty
fried-fish and bread
speaking
to the butcher-shop
with
carcasses of cows (and donkeys, too)
or
chasing stray dogs
in quest
for food
like
villagers do
and as
the evening sun wanes
village
workers visit
grandma’s
cake shop
playing
domino games
drink
beers
enjoying
their evening
my
Adelphi homestead.
LEONARD
DABYDEEN
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