The stars have departed,
the sky in monocle
surveys the worldunder
The stars have departed,
and I – where am I?
Stretch, stretch, O antennae,
to clutch at this hour,
fulfilling each moment in a
broken monody.
Tochukwu Ezebube is a passionate poet and founder of Poem Collections. With a deep love for African verse and a commitment to sharing diverse poetic voices, Tochukwu curates a rich tapestry of poems that celebrate the beauty of words from Africa and around the world. Join him on this poetic journey at Poem Collections, where the magic of language unfolds.
Surprising how feelings depend on blood pressure. Electricity in my body prevents me from staying put. And, still, I force myself not to move. Fingers are nervously running across the keyboard. Then the uneven verses turn into day dreams. Your text messages follow me in my steps. I do not wish to keep silent, but…
I approach, and I withdraw:who but I could findabsence in the eyes,presence in what’s far? From the scorn of Phyllis,now, alas, I must depart.One is indeed unhappywho misses even scorn! So caring is my lovethat my present distressminds hard-heartedness lessthan the thought of its loss. Leaving, I lose morethan what is merely mine:in Phyllis, never…
My hat was run over by a trolley yesterday. This morning my coat took a walk to some place far away. This afternoon my shoes happened to get assassinated. — I’m still here? that’s just i t.
Wake before the dawn and you will witness the World’s slowest embrace The moon and sun hold hands distant lovers sharing space. Hues of violet and amber spill over the horizon. The morning is a reminder that even though the night is full of terrors, dark will always give way to dawn.
“The Soweto I Love” is an anthology of poems written by Sipho Sepamla. It was first published in the year 1977 as a direct response of Soweto Uprising in 1976, but the poem was, however, banned by South African Apartheid regime, which considered it as protest poems. “The Soweto I Love” contains 35 poems. “How…
I am Eratosthenes’ heir — the librarianwho measured earth. He took an obelisk,a well, the sun, and made a triangle:geometry, simple and accurate. A cartographer of sorts — I measureearth with words. I have drawn roadsand made them impassable. I have laidrailroad tracks to serve as escaperoutes. I have surveyed rivers andseas by touch and taste….
