LINES AND VERSES

The only time this mountain reaches the cloud is when it rained. They would, like deprived lovers, unite in a gleeful embrace their vain union would last, and last; blessed by the sprinkles of rain witnessed by greens and beasts and man and who else cares until the sun emerges in his jealousy chases the cloud faraway and the mountain he torments © Jude Ifeme I live close to this mountain, quite a view. When it rained the heat in it goes off in a bellow of fog. This is really scenic, then the sun appears and it is all gone. So, I imagined what if they had thought and feelings and intent?

I believed there was a woman on the face of the moon She cried and it rained on the earth. We would sing to her to stop, so we could chase our bouncy leather ball. When we cared less, we'd played in her tears never seeing our acquired muddiness or the emptiness of the street. I blink those days away when I look at my little son. ~Jude Ifeme Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN

Some short-cuts lead to never-ending journeys, Some detours end in timely destinations. Some roads cross at points of no-return, Some never meet though their probes are the same. Sometimes we travel, not knowing; Sometimes we become the journey we undertake. Some journeys bear no direction; Some directions define the journey they carry. Our life soon become the worlds we live in, Our prints etched on their boundless memories. ~ J.Ifeme Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN

She paused at the door, her pain Recaptured in a brief,endless second - This seed sown in her violation continues To violate her from within! A tight fist, A tense heart, A violated soul echoing the songs Of the violent. Deep inside the forceps probed, The anger arose, The seed unplugged from Its unwilling host. Moments afterwards, Tears of defeat rolled down The relieved face of A could-have-been mom. Jude Ifeme Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN