ODE TO OMO

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This was written for me by Adonis from a previous reality of mine.....


Ode to Aiferhaomo
With a pair of damaged knees
A bleeding heart
And a stony stare

She came to the World
Thirsty for love; afraid of love

Barefooted she's been roving the plains of the Great Dessert
Since the beginning of time
Looking for her own Ithaca

Drained from the ages
All those hopeless battles she fought

Her body scarred from that endless rebellion
Against herself
And the soulless crowds

Eloquent in her silence
Compassionate in her cruelty

Tender in her roughness
Fragile in her rigidity

Submissive in her dominance
Dominant in her submissiveness

Playful in her loftiness
Cheerful in her sorrow

Sane in her lunacy
Ingenious in her triviality

Always balancing at the edge of the blade
A scared little child with the looks of a hardened warrior

Perfect in her immeasurable imperfections

A distant apparition of the African twilight

An elusive shape
So earthly and so celestial

Like a fallen angel
She stands between life and death....

Holding the key to my salvation

Comments

  1. Anonymous18 July 2011 at 21:40

    Simply beautiful Omo. The lion and lioness represents you as you are both masters but he is the only one you submit to at the time. And the lion at the end is him looking into the distance thinking of you. It's quite beautiful. The images you use clearly interpret what the post is all about. Well done!

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