NoodlesA Poem by Opeyemi Jide-OjoThe name "Noodlehead" sparked something off... and I love noodles (pun intended)
Here's to someone I know nothing about...
Save the squiggling on paper, gift of the ink and the muse And the pretty wonders from that happy union- I could as well eat them, what do I call it now, Noodles? I guess that makes me think of one line going lazily up and down my mind, If my mind could be paper- It probably is- Noodles, and I fill my hunger with the whole of myself, If myself could be more than I paint it to be: What am I saying? Honestly I do not know! But I d know this, that I draw comfort from where there is none, At least people run from the dark, thankfully. Now I have the dark all to myself, safe for my little memories to grow, My pretty children, of my union with me, And I wonder what that means. Noodles, filling my hunger for fresh air, And my thirst for knowledge driving me to the ends of my mind- The answer is here somewhere, I know it! And all I can think of is noodles as I watch the lines form into words I can hardly recognize, Noodle words interweaving strand into strand till the dish is gone, done. What's left then? Probably go back to the beginning, Trace the trails left by the noodle strands as I dragged them round my plate Back to where I just put the plate on the table, Or better still: I'll make another round of noodles.
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3 Reviews Added on October 4, 2013 Last Updated on October 4, 2013 AuthorOpeyemi Jide-OjoAbuja, Lagos, NigeriaAboutI am a poet, dancer and choreographer I enjoy weaving strands of fantasy with strands of reality to see what beautiful creations come from it. I could get dark sometimes (many times actually); matter .. more..Writing
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