RHYTHMIC WAVES by Jesse Asonze

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Heartbeats fluctuating like tandem
Pulsating in sync with attached electrocardiograms
Eyelids fluttering in short bursts of reflexes
All culminating in rhythm and poetry

Sinners occupied by wicked acts
Homosexuals impaling themselves with phallic rudiments
Mercilessly pummeling their rectums
Deny it not, amplitude is observed

Runners taking strides towards victory
Pendulums oscillating back and forth
Sounds beating on eardrums
Cresting in Mozart’s symphony

Periods being calculated using
Frequency scrawled illegible across screens
In wavy dyads of troughs and crests
All gibberish to those not schooled in medical artistry

Father disciplining naughty child
Amidst pleas from horrified mother
Between strokes of the sturdy whip
Breaking supersonic speed
Crackling with restless venom
Mother’s touch, the only antidote to father’s anger
The mystics of love and discipline

Disconnected emotions
Mechanics of classics
All begin in noise and end in ? music
I feel it calling to a poet
Swelling up in the midst of me

 

RHYTHMIC WAVES by Jesse Asonze

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Jesse Asonze

Asonze Jesse is a Nigerian poet, storyteller, spoken word performer and public speaker from Owerri, Imo state. A medical student and an avid reader of books; he likes to dissect and breeze through paragraphs searching out meanings and comprehending the mystery of turning words into images. His works have appeared on Wrr.ng. He loves to meet people and have powerful conversations that has the potential to change lives.

By Jesse Asonze

Asonze Jesse is a Nigerian poet, storyteller, spoken word performer and public speaker from Owerri, Imo state. A medical student and an avid reader of books; he likes to dissect and breeze through paragraphs searching out meanings and comprehending the mystery of turning words into images. His works have appeared on Wrr.ng. He loves to meet people and have powerful conversations that has the potential to change lives.

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2 comments

  1. Mamahannatu – An impassive face often lit up with a smile A mind so old, like it’s been around for a while Uncountable works remain unfinished in a pile Struck by wanderlust; itinerary as long as the Nile
    Hannatu Adamu says:

    Aah! Inspiration; from the unlikeliest of settings!

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