A Curve in the Tell

There is a curve
deeply seated in their tell
of how things that must be
are;
of how the bird
instead of flying
hops

and becomes no longer
a bird
but a frog.

I cannot see
with borrowed eyes
or think
with(in) a mind not mine

but must unity's quest
merge all selves
into a homogenous consistency
such that you curve
the tale of your tell?

when our survival
is only insured
through gene-crossing
at conception point?

So you cal me this-and-that
for refusing to be
you...

There is a curve
in your tell.

copyright by Nana Fredua-Agyeman

It's been a long time since I last posted a poem of mine here.

Comments

  1. that's a neat poem :-)
    I wanted to say also thank you for your comment on my EDDIE SIGNWRITER posts. I didn't know Oforiwaa was a Ghanian name and I'd be interested in finding out more about the origin of hte names. It was changed from something else in the galley and I'd love to know why. Thanks again for the information; it's something I would not have known!

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  2. I think I enjoyed this poem although I'm bad at interpreting poems. Perhaps, the last book of poems I read was 'Song of Lawino,' by Okot p'Bitek which I believe you might have read, Fredua. Believe me, I enjoyed your poem.

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  3. Thanks Geoffrey. Okot p'Bitek is one good poet.

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  4. Really the only poetry I read are the poems that Kinna posts fairly regularly over at Kinna Reads. I always thought I didn't like poetry, but I really enjoy what she has been posting, so I think I have been wrong all this time!

    I really like this poem, it is wonderful! I hope that you post more.

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  5. I found your poem interesting, touches on a lot of subject, I like poems that sends one thinking and you do that here, great job.

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  6. only just discovered you , but i think your poem is so deep it means many things to me ,

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