Who would answer this door, when I knock
When I knock, who would answer this door
Who would sound the bell, blowing horns
To announce that Dzogbese Lisa is back
Who would remember my name, statue
Or any memory of my social stands that remains
Would my family house still be by the beach
Or has the sea long, invaded and captured my lot
Would I find with ease my way around this hay
Opening up memories long forgotten to navigate
Or would the kids and elders around, ask bemused
Who is Dzogbese Lisa again, never in memories to hold
Forgotten in statue that stands, broken down
I once had my name on the lips of all, before forgotten winds
Who would answer this door, when I knock
When I knock, who would answer this door
A stranger now to familiar grounds
Who would answer this door when I knock
And say, hey welcome Dzogbese Lisa
You have been missed
Even i can understand how i feel. My dad is in a transferable job so we keep moving from one place to the other. Each place we go to becomes home for the time we are there. And it continues to remain home at one corner of my mind. Sometimes i really wonder what happens in my myriad homes, whether it remembers me or not. But i will always remember it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words Kodjo - beautiful!
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This has a wonderful lilt to the stanzas; a rhytmn I really like. The message is one I think about to, who will hear my knock. Well done!
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I will. Nice write.
ReplyDeleteAwesome write, Kodjo. I really like this!
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I love this poem - the words are profound and I love the repetition of the central question that the poem asks. Wonderfully written!
ReplyDeleteI really liked the rhythm and pace of this poem. It packed a punch too. Cracking stuff.
ReplyDeleteI love this piece! We all want to be remembered and feel we mattered to someone somewhere keeping us alive in their thoughts and hopefully their hearts as well.Enjoyed !!!
ReplyDeletebeautiful and thoughts provoking.
ReplyDeleteThis piece resounds the thoughts of us all and the imprints we wish to make in the sands of our time here on earth. It's really beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI really like the repetition in the first and last stanzas.
ReplyDelete"Or would the kids and elders around, ask bemused
Who is dogba selesa again, never in memories to hold"
This really illustrates how transitory is our time on earth. Very nice.
"Would my family house still stand near the beach
ReplyDeleteOr has the sea long, invaded and captured my lot",
MY FAVORITE LINE!