THE MISCONSTRUED IMAGE OF A DEEP POEM
Words are building block in the eyes of a bricklayer/
In the pursuit of erecting a life long tower/ I became
a pack rat feeding on words discarded by meticulous
writers/ like a scavenger feasting on debris to survive.
Puzzled friends laughed & frowned at every prejudice
views I laid down on the table of their content.
As a wrangler/ we got brawling over every logics &
Arrangements of the alphabets in the letter box
Like customers haggling over price of unseen product.
I dispute to stay alive with "outer-space views"
without expecting anyone to hold me hostage for it/
They said: "Every "turn—around" is not a "u-turn"/
depending on the distance between the curves/
I told folks to replace their old lens with low range of view.
I'm high-raised when I noticed laying words like bricks
can bridge the gap between me & my illusionary tower/
Which is an escape route to the world of my own.
I Started mixing concrete words to see which work with which/
Threw words up in the air/ infused nursery rhymes & rhythms.
Folks: "what would that be?"..... "Word play" or "child play?"
"Nope, this is more of a child laying a block on a desert mind"/
"How possible?"..... Since emptiness is the image it carries/
All Mouth agape — like a crocodile about to engulf its prey.
Folks wanna see the depth of the nought, showed college Prof.
First Prof: "It's actually inside-out"
Second Prof: "Nope, it's up-side-down"
Third Prof: "Yeah, it's bottom-up"
Fourth Prof: "No, It's inward-folds"
Fifth Prof: "Yes, It's backward-front"
Took back the piece; Not all words are defined by life philosophy/
Some letters are missing/ probably they escaped the biggest eyes/
Whose fault is the blurred image of a colourful photograph/
The misty-eyed viewer or the camera lens with low range of view.
Tower can exist anywhere, somewhere far beyond eyes & telescope.
©® Jamiu Ahmed
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