TO A NEWEST SONG
By Njikonye Charles
God, I see
what you do for other angels—
once [not too long ago]….
— Flourish Joshua
my eyes— nuzzle around a tree to bend into
its fine leaves. the longing presses/ my cheeks wet.
i triangle my hands to pray;
sanctify me/ holy oil onto vituperate metal. here's limbs--
spear them into fertile soil. i sprout, fig— o divine fig
tree— sheen bound by heavenly buss. i swear—
i yearn to outlive the destiny mama's impaired hands crafted me.
shoot my voice into the air & a bridge to my newer fate,
it gathers back. God, i dreamt you boxing boons to miracle the longing.
i pray mine arrives in an alleyway to heaven. i'll ride stars to
the heavens— pour my wounds at the feet of the throne.
Lord, take my bruises & make a phantom of it//
& earth, please act accordingly.
Njikonye Charles Nnamdi (he/him) writes stories, poems, and blog posts. He enjoys watching films, reading, and doing internet research. His works have appeared in Eremite Poetry, NantyGreens, Last Girls Club Magazine, and others.
He aspires to be a medical doctor. He has interests in climate change, entrepreneurship, and technology.
Njikonye Charles Nnamdi
14/11/2022 02:01:00 am
This poem is a prayer, expressing a deep feeling of sadness, & hopefulness for better days. The poem begins with the poet admitting his torture, & how much agony it has brought him.
19/11/2022 08:09:28 am
My goodness! What a riveting prayer! The last few lines reminded me of a song I wrote a few years ago and the lyricism of your tone is familiar, yet unique. Thank you for this 💚
19/11/2022 08:46:34 am
I'll say by saying; Amen!
19/11/2022 10:36:44 am
What prayer, what song!
19/11/2022 10:55:17 am
This is a prayer, a prayer that asks for God's intervention, for God to take over. The poet understands that he can't do anything without God's intervention. Due to his hardship and troubles, the poet has come to realize that only God can give him peace of mind. He asks to find peace in heaven and also in earth
Okay. The last line seems to me like a solemn command. Like something you'd grit your teeth while pleading, & it comes out almost like a whisper. And the pause before it is almost saying, "I know the earth's a hindrance but lest I forget, still act accordingly" while in a solemn mood.
20/11/2022 07:44:27 pm
This poem is a hymn like poem and save for the line breaks introduced by the poet, I would have suggested a slow, melodious beats to go with it.
26/11/2022 05:06:06 pm
God,this is beautiful!!
1/12/2022 12:56:24 am
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