Poetry

BEFORE THE NIGHT STEAL MY BREATH By Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh

Written by Editor

Epilogue:

Life is a shapeless dice.
Each face, a breathing story
Waiting to be told, to be lived;
Or waiting to shrivel and die.”

i.
fragrances on lavender and daffodils,
carnations of the Ugili tree and the rosemary,
spell different tales for bees, birds, and butterflies,
& tell another to rodents, deer, and man.
—stories of life;
her dynamics and impermanence.
(it does not wait for you to call the neighbors)

ii.
grandmother threw my eyes into troughs in her wrinkles
to swim in the deep, endless sea of life;
fishes of pain, chain, and gain,
love, loss, cross, and roses swarm carelessly
“this is life,” she said
“you can experience, learn …and choose”
(she means I could live before the night steal my breath)

Prologue:

do not wait to be old,

live, before the shriveling appears.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.