SENTINEL POETRY
ONLINE MAGAZINE MONTHLY  ISSUE #11 OCTOBER 2003  ISSN 1479-425X

Contents

JOSEF LESSER
Six Poems

OBIORA UDECHUKWU
About The Poet

Poems from Portraits and Landscapes

Poems from What The madman Said

SUNDRA
Interview: My E-Conversation with Sundra by Nnorom Azuonye

Six Poems

LINKS
Notes on contributors

Past issues

Home

The Colour of Words

Tell me the colour of words,
the rainbow phrases
splashed across the daily canvas.
Like when seagulls skate through lilac clouds,
and desert crabs hone their calligraphy skills
across the burnt sienna sand.

Tell me the colour of words,
the colour of slavery.
The rainbow bondage
stretched across the human frame,
the blue of sleepless veins, raw red skin
the black hole mind
that once roamed free.
The priest wears black,
mourners dress the same.
Candles burn a yellow flame.
Observe the colours of drought,
the rainbow land
rust-red, grey turning to white
the aborted seed, bone scraps
in the coffins of the parched streams.
Faded greens of fading leaves.

But what of thirst,
tell me the colour of thirst.
Rainbow lips and tongue
eyes devoid of hues.
Tell me the colour of dreams,
the rainbow visitors, a picnic
in your own meandering mind,
tints of every kind.
Ripe tomatoes red, blue feathers blue.

But what of truth.
Tell me the colour of truth,
the colour of trust
of love
of pain
of hope
of touch
of fear
of prayer
of wrong of right.

Tell me the colour of words,
the pigments of life
in the dark and the light.

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