This milky bark Bear tastes
Like dunes coursing To creeks
So do clabbers Blacken tooth and bone
Do not blue
Rays blunt our eyes when
We claw at grassy groins
Do not sheep colour
Their furs grey when sun bowls Grazing along dewy boxy roads
I keep a diatomic diary…
When they sit in oily pans
Do not give jealous scents
Fox their hunters
Slippery cleavages Swallow melting fires more
Than waxed throes and dust Escort bloods into mists
…because inside any todgers are tomes
Planted in pages Are pictures of my bare chest
The ribs parade the carcasses
Soles to crown Head to tails
Out of this nose Streams the smell of today The dreary smell of a bleached coffee
David Ishaya Osu is a Nigerian poet, and street photographer. He has been published in several literary outfits including The New Black Magazine, African Writer, SALA (Sentinel Annual Literature Anthology) 2012, and awaits publication elsewhere. In 2011, his poem, Seasons at Peasant’s Palm, won an Honourable Mention for a National Poetry competition in honour of Prof Remi Raji at 50. He is an alumnus of the 2012 LUMINA Creative writing workshop. David is currently polishing his debut collection tentatively titled Rape Album.
Well they are all a nice piece coming 4rm Dave tho I must confess, I found it a lil bit hard tryin 2 comprehend some of the lines. The sky is your limit Dave!!!
Inspiring, i love how ur words make my mind work to conclude deeper meaning
Fine pieces of poetry. Strong images. Moments and scenes captured with words with the accuracy of a photographer’s lens. I don’t know if I just read three poems or just saw three pictures. They are really very nice lines. Good work, David!
Thank you all, for reading.