YESTERDAY

Yesterday

Yesterday is blue begonias

Planted in a purple vase beside my window

Yesterday is a smiling moon in the sky

It's a stainless cone on an empty shelf

where there's an empty poems and prose

to write, to read and to show dramatic lines.

Yesterday is a lonely highway

the road that leads to the lands of regret

It's an artist with a quill, a board and colors

Yesterday is a broken canvas, shattered dreams

 a bent pine tree where birds sit carefree.

Yesterday is the rumbling wave of the deep blue sea

 a milestone founded under the long bridge

where street children are tattered rags whirled by winds

Yesterday is brown, pink, maroon and white

It is an iroko tree where I was told a ghost lived

where vultures took a turn to eat the dead

Yesterday is the reggae song granny puts on repeat

It is the thud of Mama's feet on blank nights

when electricity is like fallen London bridge.

Yesterday is a calendar, a date and a number

It is a pallid gown worn by a trooping ghoul

Yesterday is chrysanthemum tea in a cup

a jasmine taste and a touch of minty ginger.

Yesterday is a frowning sun under the duvet

at daybreak when the day is groggy and weak

Yesterday is the unwritten novelette on my shelf

it's the rhythmic ballads that beat in my head

Yesterday is a cruise ship I forgot being on board

© Oluwakayode Taiwo