SPHINX OF THE AMERICAN DESERT

SPHINX OF THE AMERICAN DESERT
Standing behind this wired fence
It is not the barricade against my chest I see
But the shackles my mind broods
Here somewhere in the heart of Texas
The lone star in the American desert
The sun kisses the horizon
In a golden yellow dalliance
Such glowing ecstasy
My soul is lifted to witness
As the sweat on my brows
Dry into encrusted salt sands
The heaviness on my soul
Descending with this Texan sun
To below the horizon
As a city bows her soul
To the redeeming powers of a night
This gripping inexplicable darkness
But tomorrow
The Texan sun shall rise again
With vigour and burning fury
From the ashes of the night
And so will this city
Just as it once rose
From the dust and ashes of civilisation and the desert
Like a sphinx
The sphinx of the American desert
And so would my soul rise too
Like a sphinx
From the ashes and dust of my weariness

UDAH C INALEGWU

Day 4 of GD_Words poems.

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Words are beautifully hideous.
Standing alone they tell stories; “lost”.
Standing together they speak riddles; “I am lost?”.
Used right they reveal truth; “I am lost!”.
In the hands of a wordsmith they become characters only a depraved mind can have; “I don’t want to be found”.

~Adewumi Godwin

Day 3 of GD_WORDS poems. 

I’ve been musing over the last sunset

And I think I want it.

Again.

Like I want you.

Again.

Who am I kidding.

You are my last sunset.

Gone forever.~Adewumi Godwin  .

 
Distance is just a matter of numbers.

Can you envisage the future of my image?

I’ll turn your last into your present.

Open your eyes to my colorful soul.

We are the sun and I will set you free.~J.A.A.G