Abubakar Nasiru Sadiq | I'M THE CARRIAGE OF GRIEF | Poetry

 

I'M THE CARRIAGE OF GRIEF

 

emptiness shaped itself into my broken palm, now I sing in the language of havoc.

my mouth persuading the wind for a reviving soul, sketching grief through mother's palm–art

I asked, do shadows feed on the shades of a broken glass, or blow grief into the sacrament of our being, now I'm a victim of alchemist.

 graffiti now seeks the answer buried in the wind, I will keep shape-shifting my dreams till mother's tigery stripes fade into blues.

I conversed with a raven the night before Moros affirmed on stitching the songs in mother's throat — God is  

an artist.

my back is a canvas with stormy hills ached rocks they lean forward, stretching mother's pain towards the golden rays of the sun, so God could paint on tomorrow's grief. say I'm a carriage of grief. 

Abubakar Nasiru Sadiq is a Nigerian poet from Niger State Minna who finds peace in writing poetry and beauty in natural artworks his artwork have appeared in VOA literature magazine and are forthcoming in Arts lounge magazine.