Caribbean Poetry: Catharsis
(When I Write...)
a free-style
©2010 K. Omodele
When I write, I:
seal long–time wounds in my soul
try stitch a heart that’sbeen torn
mend this conscience I've worn...
seal long–time wounds in my soul
try stitch a heart that’s
mend this conscience I've worn...
When I write, it's like:
slitting my wrists when Ivent
scribbling blood with mypen
slitting my wrists when I
scribbling blood with my
When I bleed through my pen, it's like:
purging away old stabbing pains
watching them swirl down the drain
then lifting my face to more rain...
purging away old stabbing pains
watching them swirl down the drain
then lifting my face to more rain...
I word to di riddim of drums when I write!
I sound diAbeng from plantations when I’m right !
draw power from village and slums, passage rites!
I sound di
draw power from village and slums, passage rites!
I AM
Tom Feelings when I write/
Count Ossie when I write/
When blind, more sight/ when dark, more light/
my stain, my plight/my pain, my fight/
I create a unique, lyrical mural -
when I write...
I am right.
Tom Feelings when I write/
Count Ossie when I write/
When blind, more sight/ when dark, more light/
my stain, my plight/my pain, my fight/
I create a unique, lyrical mural -
when I write...
I am right.
©2010 K. Omodele
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