Poetry by
Eric Obame
From Beginning to End to Beginning(Inspired by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal’s A Silent Wood) You move like waves Underneath the lights My eyes and lust say Tonight you are right What I want—long for—need You will give to me As I lick my lips My desire rises While I measure and analyze Your movements—your body—your energy I can’t wait to be On top Behind In front Beneath I will play the sky Fly high and free Explore my heights You will be like rivers Within your path I will find the sea Empty my tank I will thank you right I will treat you dry Let’s not wait till Tomorrow Will hide Until we are done Until we do The sun won’t come
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How did she smash through my wall? What happened to my impenetrable defense? Where are my soldiers—my killers? What happened to my men? Every time I look at her they run away When she touches me I crumble She has conquered me
III
For so long I looked within for answers But only half of them were true The door you opened inside Let in my other side Like a search hound You came and found The heart beneath the ground The heart beneath the mind Singing without a beat Beating without a sound Before you came around I was as blind as a one-eyed man To the depth of life My cloudless sky Still hid the stars behind The gravity that holds me down Disappears when you are near
IV
How do I show you what you mean to me? Will these flowers do? Will jewelry prove to you that my heart is yours? That my earth would crumble and my sky would fall If I didn’t have your eyes when lost Your lust when cold When poor your laugh—your hug? Your smile is enough To lift my frowns away How do I say what you mean to me? Are three words enough to say how much your light in dark times helps me see? I will try I love you No More than these words can say These flowers are yours But in time they will fade This diamond has value But it only has meaning If you answer yes to this question I ask as I kneel
V
It has been far too long Since I said I love you Not on the phone, but face to face It has been too long Since I held you, felt you, kissed you I miss you more each day I thought that love was all we needed To keep our relationship a truth But now each night away is a journey through possession I am possessed by the thought of you I can no longer bear the pain of this space that stands between us Long distance for hearts often leads to guilt I am coming home You are my home My life I am a desert without you I am taking a break From all this work that stands between us Long distance for hearts often leads to tears I am coming home You are my home My water My oasis I need you now Like I needed you then Like I always will
VI
The winter nears I saw it on the leaves You loving him
We break apart I see it in the leaves I walk away
I see you cry I rake up and pile the leaves I lock the gate
VII
O' silent wood, I drink with thee With a heart so full of misery To drown in the waters of the past I had with her whose love wouldn’t last
In your darkest shadow let me lie Until the sting of loss subsides Until the pain flows away like waves beneath the wind And her face evaporates from my thinking And the memory of us together is but a cloud Whose rain has already fallen and whose life has floated by In your darkest shadow let me weep Until my tears my mind won’t feed
VIII
Can God bring back the day when she and I planted That God damned tree my axe will raze?
IX
How do I say what you mean to me? You are the flowers in my field of dreams Adding color to my soul A sweet essence to my world You are my heroin(e) |
Copyright 2006 Eric Obame
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My name is Eric Obame. I was born in Africa, and raised in Europe for a good part of my childhood. My family and I came here in 1983, when I was nine, and I have lived here ever since. I started writing poems in college, but the writing bug bit me after graduation. In December 2002, I received my Master at Towson University in Maryland, where I majored in film. I have written three scripts, The World After, Seven Souls and Boy Apocalypse, and I am now working on Rise Icarus. Although I love movies, I am also fond of poetry. I have written about sixty poems so far, which I plan to publish as a book. These poems have been published: -Oz: awarded the certificate of excellence, by the Dana Literary Society (2003). -Thanatopsis: published in Small Brushes issue # 13 (2003), in the Unrorean (2002), and on the LanguageandCulture.net website in (2005). -For Elizabeth: published in the Marymark Press Give-out Sheet series (2005). -Flight: published in Offerings (2005). -Breakup: published in Children, Churches and Daddies volume 142 (2004), and on the Scars.tv website (2004). -Identity: published in Illya’s Honey Fall/Winter issue volume 12 (2006). -The Witnesses: published in Children, Churches and Daddies volume 160 (2006), and on the Scars.tv website (2006). -The Relationship of Space: published in Children, Churches and Daddies volume 161 (2006), and on the Scars.tv website (2006). -Out of Sight: published in Red Owl Magazine 22nd Edition (2006). -The Boy who could fly: published in Red Owl Magazine 22nd Edition (2006), and in the October issue of Beyond Centauri (2006). -The Serpent and the Rainbow: published in PKA’s Advocate August/September issue (2006). -Emergency Room: published in Black Book Press issue 13 (2006), and in Night to Dawn issue 10 (2006). -Meek: published in Children, Churches and Daddies volume 162 (2006), and on the Scars.tv website (2006). -The Homeless Man: published in Children, Churches and Daddies volume 163 (2006), and on the Scars.tv website (2006). -One: published as I in Small Brushes issue # 20 (2006), in Children, Churches and Daddies volume 164 (2006), and on the Scars.tv website (2006). |