Frederick Kwesi Great Agboletey

Glasgow, Scotland

LAND

I

Land wreathed in mist of coming morning

Sunlight streaks of angelic presences

Striking a path through parting clouds

Land rugged and mighty

Peopled by a people hardened and determined

Fortune seeker’s dream vanishing with morning of awakening

A workers hope of reward deserved

Dreams of possibilities

Firmly held in steeled hand of slowly waking sleeper -

Words have a limitation

Emotions are encompassing, overwhelming

Making every attempt at meaning meaningless

Yet how deep these feelings on unmitigated joy remain

I am flushed with joy and depth of perfect moment experienced

Seeking to give it expression takes away from its wholesome fullness,

A filling feel of something indescribable –

Sight of land after three months at sea

Sunlight flush in the face after an artic winter’s December month

These feelings are far beyond words to capture

Like an inspired artist painting from a zone separate from norm

A sensation akin to profound wellbeing seventy five kilometres into a desert extreme endurance race

These have to be lived, experienced and relished in moment of happenstance

It must certainly be like a tingling at base of spine when a pig smells truffle

What I feel when I am with you -

Maybe you have something to give

Maybe I have something to share

Together it creates a universe of impossibilities

That words cannot convey

A chemical interaction of undefined elements

Undiscovered yet a reality sui-generis

A thing undefined, yet too powerful to deny;

Surreal-

Lightning at end of earth

Raw, yet refined edginess that is self definitive

Microcosm of its own escaping world in which it evolves

Here is something to share

Willingness to give and receive in openness of hearts unhindered

A silence of depths of emotions streaming powerful currents uncontained,

Brilliant sparkle of lightning at tip of finger

Esoteric image of grand old Man in Sistine Chapel's ceiling of master artist work revealed –

Greatness, feeling of a thing undefined, yet there,

Tremulous contained energy sating, a calm end state

Set to open a fury of contained emotions,

What was that box never to be opened?

Box, mysterious, more significant in its mythical symbolisms than its contents

This land and its tremulous tensile strength of edginess

A secret waiting to be discovered --

III

Far away, there is an ocean unsated of stormy waters

Mighty waters raging

Swells high and mighty

Powerful currents in swift flow

Particles of dispersed angst gathering

Every now and then a stormy weather gathers enough strength

Thick and black all its elements together

 it is a colliding collation of powerful elements

Propelling undesired strength

Stormy weather in my soul, raging –

Fierce winds are wiping up a mighty drive

Of things beyond touch, yet

Breaking everything in their path

Mighty rush of wind, a sound so powerful

Everything is without voice in its presence

Consuming sound without definition

Seeking to make landfall –

IV

You create, making made believe world in which I dwell

For a time, a world away from worlds,

These worlds in which we dwell shifting from one to other

You smile a gentle smile of perfumed magic

You spin a spider web of gentle deception

You weave a web of dream like cocooned isolation,

 In this solitude we live for a moment in eternity –

Our angst,

Our sadness,

Our weariness,

Our despair melting away, momentarily

Joy is a form

When we come into a reality all ours

These inspired moments

That we create when we are together -