"Quiet" I Can't Marry A Poet" "Night Bus" Three Poems by Ezeano Ifunanya —

I'm not dumb,just quiet I crave for space and attention of few Fruits of fortitude I pluck from the tree called SOLITUDE Refilling my schooner of vi

   

 Photo Credit: Pexels [Diskant]

  Ezeano Ifunanya's three poems are words that distill the mind of the readers with thrilling verses and stanzas. In "Quiet", she gives the readers a room to have an insight as to who she is, quite, but not silent as she says "call me a day dreamer, an observer.... I'm not dumb, just quiet". Also, in "I Can't Marry A Poet", the verses are where a reader's mind could rest, as she describes a poet as a solitude who chersihes nothing but the verses and stanzas in his headwith "My existence will become a ryhme scheme, Our relationship will be in stanzas" while in "Night Bus", Ezeano swiftly narrates with exquisite imagery, her plight on a bumpy ride at night. 

Read Also: "Contemporary Gods" by Ajinifesin Habeeb

QUIET

I'm not dumb,just quiet

I crave for space and attention of few

Fruits of fortitude I pluck from the tree called SOLITUDE

Refilling my schooner of vim.

 

Words are like bullets once released; can't be retrieved

So I will rather listen, then talk when need be

Make here less noisy; keep the excess information

I won't need it, I PROMISE.

I will take the call when opportunity is calling

Thus and so;  text and wait for my reply

I have said a thousand words to you

Though my lips may never move

Where? In my HEAD.

I will party,shout and dance when the venue is my HEAD

Conversing with myself thusly my kitty as a witness

Call me a daydreamer, an observer

I'm not dumb, just quiet

I CAN'T MARRY A POET

I can't marry a poet 

He won't let me touch his pen, guarding it like his life depends on it.

He won't give me kisses but will write me long letters

His poems will always come first

He won't play with my hair but will play with words; PATHETIC.

  

I can't marry a poet

A lover of solitude hence, my company a huge distress.

Everything he needs is in his head; his Ideal world.

Strange words every now and then; will rather marry a dictionary.

 

I can't marry a poet

He will turn me into poetic lines

My existence will become a rhyme scheme

Our relationship will be in stanzas.

 

I can't marry a poet

Because I don't like poems even though I'm a poetess

We will always fight over a pen 

Our house as quiet as the graveyard.

If I write about his flat nose, he will write about my fat belly; PATHETIC.

NIGHT BUS

As we journeyed, passengers pay for themselves

and their luggage as cargo.

The engine started hence we journeyed through the night.

It's harmattan, the cold breeze came through the slightly open window soon legs and hands froze.

As we journeyed through the thick darkness

Tall trees waved, the shrubs bow.

Passengers clustered. twenty sitting, ninety standing.

The crooked road caused a jerk so you get a free kiss.

Even as you eavesdrop on telephone, interlocution that makes one to mull over.

As we journeyed, horn blared so loud it could cause otalgia.

Baby cried, lullaby we sang.

Men of the underworld rampage, snatching from road users their precious, 

leaving one dead and others unclad.

As we journeyed; we prayed 'Night bus, NEVER AGAIN.

BIO

Ezeano Ifunanya Georgia is a psychology student of University of Nigeria Nsukka. She loves to read, write and travel. She believes she can do whatever she puts her mind to because she a confident african woman that loves knowledge. She has her works published on magazines and anthologies.

You can reach her via:

Email: Ezeanoifunanya@gmail.com

Twitter: Nanya_georgia

IG: nanyageorgia

To submit your poetry, short story(Fiction and Nonfiction), haiku and others to Pawners Paper, Kindly check our guidelines for submission here

We also accept graphic contents like photography, paintings, drawings etc.

To advertise with us and get your product promoted to the right audience, contact us

Subscribe to our newsletter for contest update!