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Tuesday 20 June 2017

A WALK DOWN THE AISLE TALES: WHEN I'M WRINKLY AND GREYED

Drawn to the river from which I drink and drown,
Dazed my the daint of desire draped across my torso,
I'm drunk on your sweet fragrance,
Sour for you as I drink from your well of sweetness.
Yesterday was green: amazing
Today is yellow: beautiful
What will tomorrow be like?
I want to know.
Yes I want to know.
Yesterday was green: amazing
Today is yellow: beautiful because I can see the colour of your heart.

The colour of the river I drink from: red
What will tomorrow be like?
I want to know.
Yes I want to know...
Tell me!
When I'm wrinkly and  greyed,
Tell me what tomorrow will be like.
Will I still see the colour of the river I drink from?
Will it still be red?
Tell me!
When I'm wrinkly and greyed...

Will my yesterday still appear green
and my today yellow?
Will I still see the colours?
I'm drunk on your sweet fragrance,
Sour for you as I drink from your well of sweetness but tell me,
What will happen when I'm wrinkly and greyed
What will tomorrow be like?
I want to know..
Yes I want to know..
Tell me!

3 comments:

  1. Wow beautiful poem! Fits in various contexts .... drinking from the well of the nation (Ghana)! Also, from the well of a loved one!
    Beautifully written!! More vim!!

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  2. 👏👏👏👏👏👏 beautiful

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