Echezonachukwu Nduka is a Nigerian poet, short fiction writer and essayist. His literary works are published in Black Communion African Poetry Anthology, From Here to There: A Cross Cultural Poetry Anthology, A Thousand Voices Rising: An Anthology of Contemporary African Poetry and several other reputable online and print literary journals. He is currently a postgraduate music scholar in Kingston ... more »
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Echezonachukwu Nduka Poems
Love Is Death
Dry petals, broken filaments and anthers Make mockery of my balcony, These frowning flowers tell poignant tales. On Val’s eve, they bloomed. Their scents wafted
Say Me a Prayer
If in my sleep tonight I cut the ropes And hear not the bell that wakes the day Say me a prayer That all may carry my songs to dark
Cold Is a Country
Dear son, I got a report that when yesterday's downpour was seconded by the wind that made you shiver,
Through my half-open window, She breezes in unguarded, wearing warmth As gloves and whistling atonal tunes: Lights out. My radio sleeps too.
i ENTRY: with your hands in your pockets,
This Night That Knows No Sleep
When Mary lost her virginity, Jesus' cry woke the night And sleep fled the night's eyes.
Barely a month after Grandma's death, We drove to this inn to soothe our vibes. Cars queued like voters in a polling place.
There's No Love Here
I rise with your troubles from where you lay, the love you seek here left last night. she left with all her mementoes too.
We Wear Purple Robes
purple robes adorn our bodies as oozes of stench from decaying limbs signal turbulence.
The Last Bottle of White Wine (for Onyek...
Sip gently to bury the fears that fight your will. Your feet are heavy to take a walk to the place you once called home. Let the last drop lighten your feet
Fantasia in D Major
And so I sit in this hall, Watching these 10 fingers and 88 keys Break the silence that keeps me company.
This Light, Our Journey (for Dami Ajayi)
Flames are fortunes when they burn stacks Of thorns lodged in our terrain. Brother, let me sing of the light from your candle, For therein lie the answers we seek.
For This Kindhearted Night
I To you kindhearted Night, I come with clean hands and lyrics of praise. My guitar is tuned. My voice is cheerful.
Libretto For The Niger Delta
I First, we were tagged ‘the minority’ by men who gave names without ceremonies. We buried our grief in shallow graves,
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Love Is Death
Dry petals, broken filaments and anthers
Make mockery of my balcony,
These frowning flowers tell poignant tales.
On Val’s eve, they bloomed. Their scents wafted
Beyond my rooftops as love; now, death is theirs and on me,
They also beckon.
Death hides its face in love’s lyrics
As these songs melt my heart; I follow
The tides and crash in the arms of death,
This love is death; I’m free from its embrace.
When love storms the hearts of men,
What weathers it?
When the hearts of men break in love’s battlefield,
How are they healed?