AFÉFÉ-AIR: POETRY ON JEKPHRASA

AFÉFÉ- AIR
We exist in a gaseous state
so we exhaust
like the smoke from a chimney 
when we yawn
we give a piece of our breath 
to peace-filled horizons 
- few miles nearer to heaven 
each day oxygen asks us to pay a rent
of carbon-dioxide before we are deoxygenated. 
AFÉFÉ 
The essence of air
is a fuel for you to bear compassion 
rear fill-in-the gaps and omissions 
dare missions 
have a battle dance with fear
visit pity parties
home comings
and six-feet home goings.
we exist in a gaseous state
so we exhaust.


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  1. The BookleggerSeptember 9, 2025 at 6:23 PM

    Incantatory as a relatable traditional style poem should sound. The musicality makes up for the subjective metaphors. A good one

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