The Extreme Of Joy As Something To Be Shared

This is what I see when the sun passes above our House as a kid
Its light pouring through the window mouth
Blossoming the dark corner into a brighter audience

I invited a nostalgia, when a man, with dark hair
Exceptionally white clothes like the cloud
His smiles, shedding happiness around, of rain
His way of connecting words together has a magical touch
He handed over some sparkling notes of money on my hands

I brace up like a Lion who catches its prey
I see a virgin flower opening—
perhaps—this is its kind of way of expressing joy
For joy is a very big gift, maybe that's why a baby couldn't pronounce it, that you only see the magic in their smiles.

I loosed my grief to the cold hands of death / my joy claims a stubborn gene / Every time I breath it tangles around like a perfume
I birth to a dream of joy—and name it a Yoruba name (Ayomide) meaning my joy has come

I have a gift from my mother / I will keep it in this poem / she said I can make a sad person happy / by telling them to live every breath of their life with joy
For joy is a truth / no matter how hidden, it will bloom out / like the underneath of a peacock at the blow of gust of wind

Ariyo Ahmad

ARIYO AHMAD is a Nigerian poet who blends his thought into paper with his ever flowing pen, whose inspiration is tapped from his beloved mother, and his late father who has sojourn to the land of immortal, he graciously has his poem published and forthcoming in African writers, UpNigeria, mixed magazine, madness muse, farrago magazine, words and whispers journal, voice lux journal, nymphs magazine and others, he is a favorite of Khalil Gibran and tweets.

https://twitter.com/ahmad_akanni
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