Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears
Crystal Voice
By Jekwu Anyaegbuna
By Jekwu Anyaegbuna
From the
translucent drop
of this sound,
I shall spot
your crystal voice,
singing,
sharing
from my memory,
a repository of bliss.
Little birds copy
your inimitable voice,
a voice that dreams;
a voice that rules;
a voice that delivers.
Under the canopy
of cacophony,
your voice still pierces
my heart with the penetrating
daggers of sweetness, of nostalgia,
making acquisitions,
gathering laurels,
championing triumphs.
Your voice a crystallizing force
of fulfillment.
Your voice a treasure buried
inside the esophagus,
a drawing showing
the architecture of music,
a map directing
the flow of pitches and sounds.
Your voice the trumpet of ancestors.
Your voice makes angels abandon heaven,
to scramble for tickets to attend your soprano show.
Jekwu Anyaegbuna’s most recent poem to appear here was Cremated Cooking Pot, published in April 2011 as part of Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine.
I was so caught up in this poem that I saw he/she standing in the wings.