Ever Wonder…

Ever wrote a poem

that didn’t include you,

no really—it didn’t include you at all.


Ever tried to explain the color green—subtractive

absent a coitus affair between sun and ocean,

or put a blue emotion into yellow motion

articulated into words so mundane

they wouldn’t quite suffice in concision

the restrictions would be constriction—complexity

articulating love seems deceptive to the soul

because maybe the lingual nerves have a hidden

agenda feigning sincerity—sin seriated awaiting judgment

every sense forms the belief—ocular perception

tactual exploration—complicated

as time

as here

as now


does green come from

is it an ocular illusion

the sun hiding

in the ocean—deep.


© —Tshombe Sekou

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