Rose In A Garden

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I was like a rose in a garden and he plucked me

I glowed in his hands

The sun ignited my colors

Even as they bounced back and forth off his skin

For a moment he held me tenderly and he admired me

But only for a moment

Soon he took me apart, petal-by-petal

Until all that was left of me was a skinny green stalk

And my single thorn, which I pricked him with

It stung and his blood dripped

Drop by drop

Adding color once more

To my pretty petals now scattered all over the floor

My every teardrop became like a whiplash on his pelt

My cries gave him migraines

My sadness was his madness

Soon he became insane

 

©Nina Fabunmi 2016

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

Between Transience & Infinity

 

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I feel like I have been putting leaves on a tree

Only for autumn to come take them all down

They were fresh and green

But when the fall came, they turned to orange and burnt umber

Soon they fell to the ground and my tree was without leaves

Like fetching water with a basket

I thought I was counting milestones

But it’s all gone now

Perished with the changing seasons and here I am

Staring at the naked branches of this tree

Wondering if all my labor was worth it at all

I kept the roses he gave me

Once soft and new

I put them in a pretty vase and watered them daily

But it didn’t matter how much water I gave them

They still shriveled with time

I tried to fight transience with infinity

Now I am stuck in the middle still trying to figure it out

Every step closer just keeps me further

Like the leaves on the tree which are no more

Growing again, just to fall back down again

You are like a ghost that ceases to exist

A nightmare I have woken up from

A dream I thought I had

But I am looking up at the tree now and there are no more leaves

The tree is like a figment of my imagination

Time to seek shade under another canopy

That which stands between transience and infinity

 

© Nina Fabunmi 2016

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

 

Arise ‘O’ One Eyed Snake

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Arise ‘O’ one-eyed snake sleeping in the calabash

My hair is let down

My body bare

And I am playing my flute

An enchanting tune

That you may rise from your slumber

‘O’ one-eyed snake

I have began to swish my hips from side to side

The air is filled with music

And I am calling out to you

That you may arise and dance with me once more

I fear that you may be seriously ill

Decapitated and dead

Cursed to condemnation

Suffering from the poison of another

You lay there weak and feeble

Not even able to raise your head up

Soon the chilly wind befell me

And took my melody away with it

Out in the cold

No one to hold

Finally I fell to the ground

I have surrounded myself with more calabashes

Soon I will be lifted up

And I will play my tune again

That another one-eyed snake may arise from a clay calabash

And dance to the tune that I play

Someone to hold

Gone with the cold

We will dance like we could never stop

Air filled with music

And when the wind comes

We shall sail along with it

‘O’ one-eyed

 

Ⓒ Nina Fabunmi 2016

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

Blank Canvas

   
 I stared at you like a blank canvas

Filled with possibilities 

Yet I have not the tools to work with you

Like an artist without a brush

Imagine the frustration of my creativity

In my head I have painted pretty pictures

Here gazing at you, shallow and bare

I have no paint to bring my imaginations into fruition

Finally  I have thrown in the towel

Imprisoned emotions 

Like fire in a paper cup

One day they will consume me
Nina Fabunmi

http://www.ninafabunmi

My Emergence

Colourful Life by Nina fabunmi, Acrylic on Canvas, 5x2.5 ft, 2011

Sucking on a dry fruit and forgetting the taste of freshness

Then, before me, dangled a juicy red apple

Like the temptation of Adam by Eve

I took a bite and I felt alive again

My land is green

My soil, nourished and rich in manure

Yet you won’t plant in me

Perhaps your tools are defective

Like a farmer without a hoe

Or your seeds are like blank bullets that miss their mark

Your restless insatiable soul

Constantly looking for that which you already possess

But then came the ardent seeker

He scatted his seeds in my terrain

My garden has turned into a rich wild forest

Thick roots and broad green canopies

My waters run from rivers to oceans

Filled with passion, desire and plenty

Endless abundance of depths that go on for forever

I followed a trail that ended in a wall that I could not penetrate

I tried to break it, but it wouldn’t fall

I had to change directions

I hopped unto a cloud

Soft as candy floss

Floating into oblivion

Angels whisper kind words in my ears

My dreams are real

I heal and I feel

The sun came to greet me

And the moon comforted me by night

I have seen stars

It seems so peaceful over here

I think I will stay

This is my emergence

 

©Nina Fabunmi 2016

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

That Dead Horses May Rise

Under the Golden Moon , Acrylic on Canvas 38x33 inches by Nina Fabunmi 2011

I planted a mango seed, expecting an apple tree to grow

I walked through dry and arid lands, and there I chose to cultivate

What was thinking, I ask myself

The well was dry yet I cast in my bucket

Still expecting it to be filled

Sitting on a roof top gazing upon the night sky

And waiting for a shooting star to fly by

That I may cast my wishes upon it

Yes!!! I believe in magic

I put water before thee

It’s supposed to quench thirst

But it does nothing to satisfy you

I have made you a meal, that you may hunger no more

But you can’t even smell its aroma

I took a stick and beat this dead horse

Hoping that it would awake

I hit it, over and over again but to no avail

I didn’t stop till my stick was broken

And finally, it broke me

I am broken

My horse is dead

I lay by its side and cried upon its lifeless lump

Looking up into the sky once more

Embellished in shimmering shinny stars

Waiting for that shooting star

That it may take my wishes with it

That your eyes may open and you may stand

Your head crowned with the horn of a unicorn

And you may be adorned with pretty white wings

And take me away with you

To a place where dead horses may rise

But I am just a dreamer

And you are just a dead horse

I am facing the reality in front of me

My wounds that never heal

My tears that are ever flowing

My heart in its tortured state

Believing in magic like a fool

Waiting for a dead horse to rise

 

©Nina Fabunmi 2016

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

Speechless

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I carried my basket into a garden filled with texts

Looking for the right words to say to you

I threw in love and laughter

Value, appreciation, loyalty and desire

Alas, my basket was overloaded

It gave way to the weight I had put upon it

Like the broken mirror I had been staring into all these years

Words spilled all over, reminding me of my shattered heart

So where do I begin now, I ponder

I tried to love a bird but all it wanted was to be free

I had to let it go

I pulled my golden fish out of water

Placed it in an aquarium filled with human kindness and all that I could provide

I wanted to wake up to him every day

And fall asleep to his beauty and grace

Watching him swim back and forth, with golden fins and a tail

But he stared at me with sad eyes

Until I released him back into the ocean from whence he came

I wanted him to feel a fire burning each time he saw me

To make love to me like there was no tomorrow

To love me with intensity and a passion that was ever burning

But it seemed like I was trying to get water out of a rock

To resurrect a dead pond in the middle of a dry desert

To wish for snow in a tropical rainforest

I wanted him to take me on a journey that would never end

On a boat that had only room for two

I wanted us to sail off into the sunset

Where we would be enough for each other

I have spoken too many words and now I am speechless

I planted a seed and I wanted to watch it grow

I will water it no more, less I drown it

I have put my message in a bottle

And let it float away

I will sit back and let it go where the current may lead it

Time to sit back and let life happen

For I am emotionally exhausted and lost for words

I have nothing else to say

I am speechless

 

©Nina Fabunmi

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

Healing

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I am afraid to speak

I have spoken much and now I am exhausted

I opened my mouth and I unleashed a fire

And now it has consumed me

But It had been burning me up for so long, eating me from within

I had to let it out

And now

I am like a spirit, dancing tango between the ghost and the scarecrow

It was too much for me to handle

I had to let it out

Pearl in a shell

Rare and precious

Diamond in a rock

I am a gem

But value eludes the ignorant

They flock to me on their fine horses

But I am weak and weary

This one hath truly outdone me

What else is left of me?

They will dig deep but they will find that my heart beats no more

And they will fall into their own graves while they are at it

I am tired

I speak no more

I will rest now

Fear has become my new companion

 

©Nina Fabunmi 2016

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

Wild Fig Tree

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Wild fig tree

Roots so deep

Breaking through the boundaries of never ending depths

How still you burrow, further and further

The tree will ever stand so firm

I planted my heart like a seed in the ground

My offering unto you

It hath flourished into an ever-standing tree

With roots that travel forever

You water it with abundant love

The sun hath been generous with its shine

The moon hath guarded it my night

The rain-washed its eternal green leaves to a luster

The roots are so deep

Breaking through rocks

And smashing the worms that get in the way

Our love will last forever

Like a wild fig tree

With roots so deep

Travelling to infinity

The tree stands ever so firm

Like a wild fig tree

 

©Nina Fabunmi

http://www.ninafabunmi.com

The Irony Of Joy


Where is the anger that lights me up

The pain the inspires me

The ache that keeps me awake

The tears turned to ink that I may pour out more poetry

My eyes a dry like a stream that ceases to flow

He kisses me gently

He holds my hand while we walk

And he makes sweet love to me

And now, I am happy

But my words are lacking due to the drought of pain

Where is the hurt that makes me make art

I have lost it all to love

The irony of joy

©Nina Fabunmi

http://www.ninafabunmi.com