{"id":625,"date":"2024-09-01T05:00:00","date_gmt":"2024-09-01T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/akpatacww.com.ng\/?p=625"},"modified":"2024-09-01T05:00:00","modified_gmt":"2024-09-01T05:00:00","slug":"4-poems-by-chinemerem-prince-nwankwo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/?p=625","title":{"rendered":"4 Poems by Chinemerem Prince Nwankwo"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Portrait Of Catch and Quest<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

\u2014this poem breathes:\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 precision with[out] end.\u00a0<\/em>
searching for reason . man & the finesse of dredging.
the River: \u00a0 trawl & trawlboat. portrait of catch & quest.
find the depth \u2014naked rostrum of plunging. catch \u2014
artefacts of longing & becoming. tell the River, grace of\u00a0
shores. every bound: \u00a0 the lingo burning to know, bosom
shape of history lingering. paddle & carve fingers in the
waters: time & memories. Isn\u2019t it sprint of souls winding\u00a0
in the canvas of time? or the largesse of a poem evolving?
man \u2014pustule of perfection angling in the et cetera of\u00a0
being. say, a creel of self spawning in the glimpse of dawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I, Decimated Self<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

elegy: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 she appears,\u00a0
\u00a0\u00a0breaks the dead &
rocking in \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 sawdust.\u00a0
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0fold the sanity \u2014
breaks them. piece &\u00a0
pieces apart. \u2014goads of
flesh prodding in grief.\u00a0
deserted. \u2014everything\u00a0
at hedge of beholding. &
you: \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 driveling in the
demijohn of self. anesthesia<\/em>,
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0soul off the hook &
ballast. once wore God in\u00a0
blotched melanin. & your
heart grappled the pain &
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0it pageant away. matted\u00a0
& tuft of a kinky spirit \u2014
you & the guts of no glory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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microcosm as a body of death<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

[for souls throng to the weight of life. <\/em>& for a poem gazing<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

                                      the body in fighting arsenals]<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

splinters of inner voices: <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014he hangs a gaffled breath. holds the grapnels\u00a0
of grief in no salvation. say his flesh ripples of\u00a0 vile\u00a0
blood. & light of his becoming alters in darkness.\u00a0 never
yielding his slouching body a miracle. why is he\u00a0 \u00a0 an\u00a0
anatomy of a suicidal blood? & his soul a \u00a0 pendu-
lum swung from sanity? the grisly scenes in his head
& the daily ruffled notes soaked of solitude craves\u00a0\u00a0
an escape, the tethering symphony of goodbye. if\u00a0
man is an owl, he\u2019ll hoot into night loom. he\u2019ll own\u00a0\u00a0
his soul in crucifixion. & won\u2019t he anguish in drool gasp\u00a0
of venom & gall? again, when life happens:\u00a0 flood as
of Noah\u2019s, absorbs his bawls of fragility. & he sketches\u00a0
as an apparition of things in nameless bodies. in\u00a0
celestial pedigrees. those tiny echoes raising a fiery blast,\u00a0<\/em>
make ashes of his \u00a0 protruding force to be & to
become. his head curricles the dream of sepulchres.\u00a0
suicidal ideation akin to him as flesh skinned to bone.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
nay, he\u2019s a man. yes, he isn\u2019t a deep water. bet \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 his\u00a0
body bares no oasis but the residue of a living desert.\u00a0
pray him a good spirit \u2018cause it\u2019s no easy feat to look the\u00a0
river without drowning. without transiting to no\u00a0 \u00a0 return.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

nostalgia<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

of a poem delicate & svelte. of things shaped in the knobs of memory. how we become & became a roadmap of a never ending you & I. perhaps it\u2019s often said [in a soulful lingo] <\/em>love is sweet with the right person. the right sacred bosom & hearty alley. the sun & moon dazzled. they always gaped at the artistry of our naked desires. say it\u2019s a heaven\u2019s gaze upon two ravishing mortals. I remember. yet if I do, they say it is a love poem. say it\u2019s the art of escaping the universe. & morphing into your same shadows. bet love is spiritual. deciphered by the mouth of two eyes. two flames flickering at the sight of a single spark. you & I against the storm. against roving waters with familial siege. crystal \/\/& pellucid is the heartbeat of a two-to-tango. <\/em>maybe a poet is a love poem hidden in many couplets. one day a lover will return more than roses but an empty heart to threshold the finery of reminisces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Chinemerem Prince Nwankwo, SWAN IV, is currently a final year student of the Department of History and International Studies, University of Uyo, Nigeria. He is the Poetry Editor, The Cloudscent Journal and an Assistant Poetry Editor, Arkore Arts. He tweets @ CP Nwankwo.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Portrait Of Catch and Quest \u2014this poem breathes:\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 precision with[out] end.\u00a0searching for reason . man & the finesse of dredging.the River: \u00a0 trawl & trawlboat. portrait of catch & quest.find the depth \u2014naked rostrum of plunging. catch \u2014artefacts of longing & becoming. tell the River, grace of\u00a0shores. every bound: \u00a0 the lingo […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":627,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,5],"tags":[6],"class_list":["post-625","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-issue-1","category-poetry","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/625","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=625"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/625\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=625"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=625"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/akpatamag.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=625"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}