Vicissitudes Poems

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Autumn Leaves
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

They fall from grace to grass,
aged, scorched and dehydrated,
fluttering away further
the vanity of previous
greenness and elevated times,
reminding us of the fragility
of life,
the futility of striving to hang on
when time is up.

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At a Crossroads
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Leveling up on serpentine curves —
Dust-coated and desiccated — crossroads:
Inebriated with floods, one length;
Darkened with fumes of a puking mountain,
The other stretch;
Gale-powdered face of one breath stares at the
Rumbling belly of the fourth.

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Verdigris and Wasted Talents
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Verdigris is the evidence of death,
the symbol of ruin,
of waste,
of abandonment,
of incest,
sign of eternal grief...

Dust your BOOKS of verdigris,
of the mould from which penicillin
would dread.

......

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The Storm
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

February winter was callous
And it’s still demanding restitution
From hostile winds that hunted it
Gravely last summer.
The winds, from atop crests of
Pacific waves, sallied the
Winter’s dew, powdering its face.
I wore a cravat, slinking among
Dead woods, among fainted boughs
Hoodwinked by queries of the wild.

......

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Recent Vicissitudes Poems
At a Crossroads
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Leveling up on serpentine curves —
Dust-coated and desiccated — crossroads:
Inebriated with floods, one length;
Darkened with fumes of a puking mountain,
The other stretch;
Gale-powdered face of one breath stares at the
Rumbling belly of the fourth.

Continue reading
Verdigris and Wasted Talents
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Verdigris is the evidence of death,
the symbol of ruin,
of waste,
of abandonment,
of incest,
sign of eternal grief...

Dust your BOOKS of verdigris,
of the mould from which penicillin
would dread.

......

Continue reading
The Storm
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

February winter was callous
And it’s still demanding restitution
From hostile winds that hunted it
Gravely last summer.
The winds, from atop crests of
Pacific waves, sallied the
Winter’s dew, powdering its face.
I wore a cravat, slinking among
Dead woods, among fainted boughs
Hoodwinked by queries of the wild.

......

Continue reading
Autumn Leaves
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

They fall from grace to grass,
aged, scorched and dehydrated,
fluttering away further
the vanity of previous
greenness and elevated times,
reminding us of the fragility
of life,
the futility of striving to hang on
when time is up.

Continue reading
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