The silence stops & orchestration pours in –
“Rosebud, Rosebud” –
glass paperweight in my fingers.
It smashes & fragments disband…
I know these shards, these petals,
Licking the crystal, the scents
Of each…
Some voice enters, song sweeping strong,
Its emotions choreographing
All the residuals –
Dance, dance, dance –
I am the ballet & the baton of the conductor.
I am the conveyer & you the audience
Swept away by all that’s untellable…
“Bravo, bravo” is the channel
For our emotions are cathedral shaped,
Life rising to the buttresses, the stained glass,
We, each & each of the vestibules in which
Oceans of passion resonate.
Stephen Mead
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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.
