Posted: July 15, 2014 in Poetry

by Tim Nwaobilo


He whispers back to the ocean
The tides that accost his feet
Path pebbled and thorned
Broken dreams wash off the sea

A fisherman’s sun makes hay to rest
As rotting boats bobble in the distance
In his heart: a melody,a song, a tempest
Behind, dark memories itch to pounce

The taste of salty blood echoes the pain
His struggle with life and her rocks
Escape seems the best devil in the company
Shattered hopes needing glue and luck

The green of the waves smell like heaven
Across lay the life of yester-night’s vision
Fatigued, he dips his long feet into the icy sea
A dip, a swim, a drown, a death: a new man born.

Lyriversity — Liberty of Creativity

  1. LegendaryCJN says:

    As much as I don’t agree to it, I think this is a blend of tragidy and comedy, or what most scholars would prefer to call ‘tragicomedy’.
    Here, we see tragedy strictly in the sense of suffering and comedy could be any good outcome.

    Every good literary work is an encounter with language. Here language, words, in the strict sense of the word, takes on life and makes the persona the plaything of fate, and his own struggle against it is not helped at all by the ‘dark memories itching to pounce’ on him.
    The poem seems to take us back to the history of suffering in which man is pitched against something more than man in which escape is a near impossibility.
    A kind of darkness is uncovered in stanza 1-3. The kind of darkness that envelopes man so that ‘escape seems the best devil in the company’; a situation which is redeemable only by a stroke of hope and luck.
    But then towards the end, there is what looks like a triumph of light over darkness in that a ‘new born man’ emerges notwithstanding the fatigue of yesterday’s night. And not even the persona’s deep plung into the ‘icy sea’, his ‘drowning’ or his ‘death’ could deter the ‘new born man’ from emerging.

    I’m sorry that this is the way I see the poem, another person could see it differently. But then that’s the idea of good literary works: multiplicity of meaning.

    • timnwaobilo says:

      Cjn it’s a good thing to share ur opinion on d poem.
      The character seems enmeshed in a lotta struggle.
      Masochistic tendencies, throughout.
      So ur tragi-comedy point is not misplaced at all.

  2. Ezeamalukwuo says:

    I love this poem really, one that I will never get tired of reading. The poem is more about struggle to survive, to live, to achieve something pure. By our struggles our weak self dies, drowns and the better self is born. Great work my good man. Keep this up…pls

  3. Anene Francis says:

    Nice poem. I’ll add: Against all odd, struggle to achieve your destiny (or die trying)- those noble achievements that give your every breath a meaning, and I don’t mean (just) wealth and fame or just surviving for surviving sake.
    * I salute the comments above. Una dooh

  4. timnwaobilo says:

    Mr Francis
    Destiny’s choices.
    Live or Die trying to live.

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