Musings Of A Tangled Tongue By Yemi Adesanya
“because in our walking in the shoes of a writer through reading, we experiences something different, something new, that may call attention to yet undiscovered parts of our humanity”– Kola Tubosun wrote amidst his slightly lengthy Foreword of this excellent collection of poems.
A friend who saw the book with me asked what its title meant. Then I said, ‘thoughts from someone trying to say a lot’. But after typing, erasing and typing my own description of this collection. I realised my tongue got tangled while describing this collection of thoughts. I found this collection to be a delicious mix of engaging, mischievous, bold, well written and fun commentaries about contemporary life. This book lived from my handbags to my book stacks through January to February. Yet I haven’t finished beginning new daring and stimulating poems.
This is one of my favourite book photos from January.
Below I share my favourite poems, titles, lines, stanzas and thoughts from February.
Bless This Day is my fav favie favourite poem so far! It has seven stanzas that bless, aptly describe and tell me about the personality of every day of the week. I plan on framing it.
Special Characters uses imagery and personification to gossip about special characters.
‘Awaken from a Comma,
As someone shouted: “His Colon is on fire!”
Saved by a timely Exclamation!
Now he’s gotta live with a Semicolon;
Slayed by a Muse: I had to reread this poem a few times to understand it. It’s first stanza starts with dope imagery and metaphor, ‘Once upon a heart beating oxygen rich lines. Valves of words and arteries of rhymes.’ This poem tells the story of the death of a mysterious persona. I was left to muse on how the drunk girl in stanza two was related to the murder continued in stanza three. Or was this poem just a poetic description of a creative overly inspired by a deadly muse? I’m still pondering.
Was Born in Sin: The persona in this short poem does not confess but shares difficulties every believer faces without pretense. The last lines of both stanzas were written in Pidgin English. I could only say Shey? and Amen o!
Mind Mirage’s four stanzas were laced with lovely oxymoron and witty satire.
‘clean face, dirty mind
You look so good,
But smell one kind’
The second stanza brought an old roommate to mind ‘..You buy so much, But dress so razz’ and the fourth stanza aptly critics some men.
Snoring Is The Devil’s Chorus, I love the title of this poem. It was short, witty and ended with a sarcastic pleading. ‘Snoring is death, it’s the devil’s chorus; That’s not music, please sing a new tune’ The use of repetition, metaphor, simile, alliteration and imagery made the poem come alive. ‘Heartstorm rhymes like blunt knives.’
I found Evolution fascinating. The use of repetition didn’t stop the various stanzas from telling different vivid, metaphorical tales. I love the third stanza; ‘In the beginning was a spark. With another, a flame. Burned by a game. And drained by his sport. Not a matter for court. Snack for a city shark’. What sport? I asked, Oscar of SA maybe? A spark ..a flame? I thought. Sport betting debts gotten him burned to death!
Hallelujah! The rhythm of this lengthy poem had me humming to Leonard Cohen’s hit Hallelujah tune.
McHunger was not on my list of fascinating or favourite poems. But when an online exercise asked what the first sentence on pg 15 of the book beside me was. I picked up M.O.A.T.T and flipped to page 15. I read the two lines and texted, ‘I shiver, but not from cold’. This is still my favourite line from this poem.
Seeing this title got me curious about what story Ailing Soul would tell me. The following lines from various four stanzas caught my eyes. ‘Live! Dont marinate your young soul’. ‘Fasting won’t matter if joy never comes. Life is what you make of its tick and tock.’
In No Kidding a mother tells me how to raise a forward, forthright and diligent being. Captivating poem about home training and motherly love.
Echoes from a Buried Ballad, Life on its Glide and Death Left You a Note are titles that powerfully used personification. I could reread these titles all day.
This collection has made a poetry lover out of me. With different personas sharing captivating or downright mischievous tales through the poet’s exquisite use of literary technique. As I continue reading, I anticipate more wondrous poems to fall in love with in March.
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