The Picture Frame

It was nice of me in that frame
No shame ever greeted my face
I was the most handsome then
Then, I was great with music
Songs danced were worth danced
Likewise, the proverb was worth acted on
Still, I see the silence in my talk
And the shadow of my laughter
It was so good living there
While it is so difficult living here
Freedom shows a part to lust
So why did the time end so fast?
What a loving moment!
Wow, clapping! clapping!
Rose up my entering and talking
Was a grave yard
That was so relaxing and tempting
As I rose up in the crowd,
Looking ahead of heads on lane
So I discovered the then beautiful
Remained deaf while my words travelled
So much to captivate them all
As much as I sweated out the fun
So much I remembered my position
That frame was great with the past
Not something I got to look at present
My goodbye to you the past
So make it a repetition for my present
And prolong the present
Till I spit my last word

Adeleke Haamid

About Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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