Poetry – Edward Adonteng

A Minute, Man

the gust of quarter pasts bring forth into the plateau both clarity and caution Pursuits of punctuality Procure a presence of pressure to be a time traveller requires one to ponder on space and time how one navigates through and around space and time what and which time is spent utilising space

I’m deya, I promise

How do you build boundaries If all your life all you have ever been taught is to lend bricks to others I’m not insecure and I’m not unfastenedbut I must admit I seem to have lost my balance or is it my train of thought? Put your boundaries up, man Or else you can’t beContinue reading “I’m deya, I promise”

At my mother’s door

this golden heart of yours does this world deserve it? I needn’t wait for the sun to rise when I know your smile exists. At your door, I receive a blessing, a scolding, a berating too. In such youthful ignorance, I brushed past the healing properties that placed my mind at ease and instead placedContinue reading “At my mother’s door”

By A Furnace

at times, one must ask the question how do you hug yourself no guide is needed in terms of hurting yourself in this regard I require assitance so I can comfort myself take in my own essence lay by my side and provide a system of insulation to self for self to look in theContinue reading “By A Furnace”

From A Pavilion

Love, like death, affirms We speak again of heralds whose primary task must remain in the action of tearing shrouds silence. Let us embrace and reject it. what becomes of the one who finds comfort in silence or the one who avoids silence will they detest the one who was moulded by it? to mouldContinue reading “From A Pavilion”

To what end(s)?

What means to what ends are the ends? if I said I disliked the hub of my respite is that me speaking treasonous? turn to my sister to exclaim that the ends is a mad ting but it’s my ting

Don’t worry if you’re not making sense, I’m listening

I began and lost my bearings Engulfed in my own forest so much that the cutlass stained. couldn’t resist a wearing my own stagnancy caused my fabrics to start tearing if one must unravel to invest in destiny have those who choose to save in simplicity been limited not to life but to mere existence?Continue reading “Don’t worry if you’re not making sense, I’m listening”

I was with a woman

the ink ran out Before I could even begin where do I even begin? consider myself an expert on the feminine picture, Like Howard, like King. Flicks and scriptures native to Venus Miles away from Earth I smile she swings with diction like Serena she clutched her pearls as I held her pearls in highContinue reading “I was with a woman”

Mister chairman, there be potholes in the road

mister chairman there be potholes on the road and we continue to fall in them. in which land of gold do you see rust? on our cars on our schools on our society on our people madam assemblywoman spare me your piety motorcades of panafrican discontent to shield us from motorcades of panafrican malcontent ofContinue reading “Mister chairman, there be potholes in the road”

Good morning brother, I’m mourning

held my uncle’s hand and shook it firmly as he measured the shortness of life woke up this morning and had to catch myself how do you approach mourning especially when you’ve held them yourself