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 -