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LOST (IN MAD BLUES) (poem by Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize Judge Su’eddie Vershima Agema)

Lost In Mad Blues by Su'eddie Vershima Agema

Lost (In Mad Blues) by Su’eddie Vershima Agema

He sighs…

The dizzying crisscross of her steps
no longer stir his passion
much like her physical fashion
her flowing hair long gone wild
glistens no more. He is beguiled
and cheated as he sees her in reality a lady of sorts
different from what he sees– much in his beautiful thoughts.
His cardiac mosaic bears a different face
of a lady in a far different place…

‘Love, come back’ he calls
as the several tears rush in falls.
He would do what he can to get her at any cost
But he’s lost
Much as she is, lost
Lost and cursed.
madder in love
as she to whom is madder in worth
crushed for he lost her to one more powerful –
who can withstand nature’s will?

His thoughts bring memories of treasured songs
lovely tunes grooving without thoughts of any wrongs.
He comes back to the speed of the present
and he wonders where all that great beauty went.
As the naked woman gives pursuit his mind goes back
– not to the wild woman ready to attack
but the lady hiding within the many tangled fold
clutched in the talon of craziness’ hold.
He thinks of the lady, the one he swore to love…
His tear bank breaks. That lady within he realizes, would he forever love.

BIOGRAPHY
Su’eddie Vershima Agema is an all rounded writer, Editor, Publisher, literary missionary as well as development and cultural enthusiast. Su’eddie has a love for Post-Colonialism, African literature and New Writings.

Currently the Vice Chairman, Benue State Association of Nigerian Authors, he has a web presence and blogs at http://sueddie.wordpress.com; http://naijastories.com/author/sueddie; @sueddieagema on Twitter.

He belongs to the Abuja Writers’ Forum and has a published collection of verse, BRING OUR CASKET HOME: Tales One Shouldn’t Tell.
His short fiction, poems, essays and other writings have been published locally and internationally. Google…

MESSAGE YOUNG POETS:
The key is to keep getting better each time by being consistent, paying our dues, reading and building our selves.

In the end, those who would get the blessings are those who have truly sacrificed at the altar of diligence.

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  • Hmm, is this blank verse? Is this more than just romance and women?
    Can the lady in the poem be seen as a dear country – Nigeria, perhaps – and the man in the poem a lover loving her forever? Hmm…

    • LOL…blank verse indeed…ha ha ha ,…..just saw that,…naughty you.

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