Poems by Nancy Ndeke
Days and years are just an accumulation of moments,
Some printing fair memories
Some pinging fates dour visit,
Seasons of journeys so often unseen,
Till the eye drops its sight
Leaving tomorrow closed forever.
But for the written emotions each migratory bird carries
And a bards dance with words even on a hostile platform.
Below the average of this village
Above the excellence of senses,
Intertwined, embellished and adorned,
I sermon the song of the wind
And the dance steps of bygone era,
Reclaiming old into the new,
An ensemble of presence even in absence,
A being varied in the specifics,
A spirit inhabiting the outer and the inner,
Here now, there then.