Poetry

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A MUSTARD DREAM

DREAMS ARE TREES
OAKS OR TEAKS
AS TALL AS DEEP
FORTH IN THE THICKET OF IDEALS
SPITESOME WHEN SHOOT
BELLE ONCE CROWNED WITH BLOOM
“AND AH! THE SKY AT LAST” –
NOT ONLY SOUL TO THRILL
EVEN THE COO-COOS IN THEIR FOLIAGE
DO US REMIND
DIADEMS ARE FITLESS ON DREAMLESS HEADS

DREAMS ARE SEEDS
MUSTARDS I DEEM
A TOSS DOWN THE DEEP,
AND THE COUPLE – HEART & HAND
PAMPERS THAT BABY SOIL
AS THE DREAM MAKES READY TO DIE
WELL AWARE TODAY IS NO DAY TO LIE
YET KNOWING DEATH IS THE VERY LIFE:
A LIFE WATERED BY THE LAWS OF DESIRE
THIRSTILY SKIMMED OFF SUCH DRY-EYED CLOUDS
AND ALAS! A SKYLINE OF TEAL CANOPY

DREAMS ARE KEYS
KEYS TO DOORS
DOORS OF FULFILMENT
A FUFILMENT OF CALL
THE CALL IN A MAN
ONE LOT FOR EACH
EACH ONE FOR ALL
ALL SPARED BUT ONCE
WHAT THEN’S YOUR CHANCE
A DREAM IS KEY
IF A SEED WILL BE TREE : BY KWAME OTU SAKYI

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