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The Road to Essertines

The Road to Essertines 

 

The Road to Essertines

 

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

(c) April 1997

 

 

Contents:   

 

 

Dedication   

 

Prologue   

 

 

The Harvest I   

 

 

The Harvest II   

 

 

Cathie   

 

 

Dreams   

 

 

Now   

 

 

Barefooted   

 

 

Forever   

 

 

This   

 

 

Lonely Eagle   

 

 

Brooks to You   

 

 

Aglow   

 

 

Distant Streams   

 

 

When Dawn Comes   

 

 

River Bird   

 

 

The Moon Never Departs   

 

 

When the Birds Sing   

 

 

The road   

 

 

Flower   

 

 

Silence   

 

 

She will Be   

 

 

This Earth in You   

 

 

For the Beginning   

 

 

I Remember Who You Are   

 

 

Winter in your Heart   

 

 

Masterpiece II   

 

 

Back Again   

 

 

Beckon Eagles   

 

 

Moon Angel   

 

 

Masterpiece   

 

 

Farewell   

 

 

The Author   



Dedication:   



To her who became an

enigmatic muse on

The road to Essertines-

Catherine Ramu!      

 

 

Prologue:    

 

On the road to Essertines, there is no short cut.

The experience is a long, whole, breathless, 

charming encounter with nature.

 

Yearning to be at one with enchanting country-sides of poetic

Confederation Helvetia, I set out for Essertines a small village

in the Dardagny Commune of Switzerland's Canton of Geneva.

 

Above of all, I went in search of her. And discovered that I

have been charmed to entrancement by the nature of her

village.   


On this stupendous road to Esertines, she became an enigma

and subsequently bloomed into a Muse. The reality of this

Muse dawned on me when I discovered that within the depths

of my creative being, new forms of poetic expression were

taking shape and breathing.   

 

In days, weeks and months that followed - between April,

1996 and February, 1997, poems in this collection were

written by me in response to the awesome creative inspiration

this enigmatic Essertines Muse brought my humble way.  

 

For how long she will remain this Muse, I cannot tell. But

indeed, I have dedicated this collection to her as a soulful,

monumental tribute to all women and men of inspiration and

goodwill; who will, against all odds, continue to love, to

care, to cherish and to conquer evil and fatal forces that

wish to stiffle our humaneness as humankind bound in dignified 

earthhood, peace and loving oneness.  

 

Today, it is a beautiful March afternoon. The sun is brilliant

and warm. From the large window of my home library and study,

I can see Geneva's magnificent country-side greening into

splendid spring near the river Rhone. So, I will be so

grateful if you join me as I step-out for an inspired walk

on the road to Essertines!  

 

Ugonna Wachuku

Loex village,

Bernex Commune,

Geneva, Switzerland 

Thursday 13 March 1997    

 

 

A:

The Harvest I   

 

On the temple's threshold,

I await your home-coming. 

 

I do not wait alone.

The eagle waits too. 

 

Then, at the distance,

the farmer begins to

gather the harvest for

you and for nature.

The sower begins to

soe the seed from the

land in your heart.   

 

The land is fertile.

Your land is green.

The rain begins to

drizzle.   

 

The land kisses her.

The rain kisses the

land and the eagle

smiles across those

green fields luring.   

 

The sower sows more

seeds.  

 

The rain increases in

intensity while beneath

the sheltering tree you

sit in calm contemplation.   

 

Then you drink from

the rain as the farmer

gathers the harvest in

the healing, fertile

rain of your land.   

 

In your eyes, the new

harvest is seen.

New seeds begin to

sprout.

 

B:

 

The Harvest II   

 

The Path:  

 

I came to see you

yesterday.

I was at the farm.  

 

Catherine:

[Shrugs]  

 

I wasn't there.

Anyway, if you came, that was

fine of you. And whatwas your

mission?  

 

The Path:    

 

I came for the harvest.

These days, one never

knows when the clouds

will gather.    

 

Catherine:

[Somewhat suprised]  

 

The harvest! Who told you

there's a harvest?  

 

The Path:    

 

I am the path! 

 

Catherine:

Aha! The Path! The Path

to what? To where? 

 

The Path:   

 

Yesterday, remember you were

the road. The road flows to

your river inthe heart of

Essertines. But then, I am

the Path to this harvest!   

 

Catherine:

[Startled]  

 

You're kidding me!

Who told you to believe

that?  

 

The Path:   

 

I don't need any old time

prophet to tell me that.

It's real. And don't you

forget: I am still the Path!  

 

Catherine:

[Shrugs again. Stares] 

 

Hmmnnmm! Talk about being

real. What do you know about

the harvest anyway?  

 

The Path:   

 

I was with you at the

beginning. I saw you

sitting under the tree

in the rain. The farmer

was there. The sower.

And the eagle too. I was

with you at your childhood

streams and waterfalls of

yeaterday and today - at the

spring - if you understand.   

 

Catherine: 

 

I could. But then, I honestly

want to  know what you would say

about this harvest. I saw your

noble rainbow when the clouds

gatther. You think I didn't? 

 

The Path:    

 

Ah! There you are!!

But I have already told

you about the farm. What

else do you want to hear?

          

Catherine:  

 

Your heartbeat! 

 

The Path:

 

The Path never beats.

It trails. For the heartbeat,

I suggest you meet your friend-

eagle.   

 

Catherine:

 

Okay! Then, what do

you trail? 

 

The Path:    

 

You

 

Catherine:  

[Shaken. Exclaims]  

 

Meeee! The Path 

trails little me!  

 

The Path:  

 

Well ... 

 

Catherine: 

 

That's all you'll

say? - "well ..."

Why me?

Tell me.

You seem to be an

interesting character.  

 

The Path:   

 

I have played so many

parts in my life-span

and time. You could be right.  

 

Catherine:  

 

Then, what about the

harvest?

What about trailing me?  

 

The Path:  

 

I will tell you tomorrow

when we meet at the river.  

 

Catherine:  

 

The river! Where would

that be: The river?

 

The Path: 

 

Listen, Catherine, the

eagles call now. I've

got to go. We'll see at

the river.  

 

Catherine: 

 

Hey you! Wait a second! 

 

 

But The Path was gone.

Leaves in the wind

followed The Path

while at the distance,

village drummers and

dancers waited for the

harvest ceremony at a

river of life and love

yet unknown to her.   

.......

.......

 

From my book collection: The Road to Essertines


 ~ Critiques/Comments ~


Amy Riberdy
winnowillwhite@hotmail.com
i AM JUST SO LOST IN A MAGICAL WORLD IN THIS WONDERFULLY SYMBOLIC &
IMAGINATORY STORY.  WHO TOLD YOU I WAS THE HARVEST? (THE QUESTION...)
(THE ANSWER COMES WITH SUCH CONFIDENCE & POSSIBLY A LITTLE BIT OF
SMUGNESS: " I AM THE PATH..")  THEN COMES THE CHALLENGE... AH, THE
PATH. THE PATH TO WHAT? WHERE. CATHERINE TAKES NOTHING AT FACE VALUE,
EVEN ONE WHO CLAIMS TO KNOW IT ALL...  I AM SO IMPRESSED.... WELL
DONE. AMY
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Mona Omar
monao3@yahoo.com
wow ugonna the road to essertines is lovely but the path was gone
leaves in the wind followed the path  river of life and love yet
unknown to her ?! wow its beautiful
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Charisma *T.A.* Makatita-Poortman
shyrena@wanadoo.nl
I am truly impressed by your talent. Thank you for sharing your
wonderful thoughts.  Charisma ~*TMP*~
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Here are Your Roses

Ugonna Wachuku   

 

I am back to you again.
I am here once again to
let you know my thoughts:

 

On moonlit roads to home
and yesterday, you walk
to the beat of my heart.
And I too walk to the
beat of your humane
heart.

 

On lush landscapes of new
love and hopeful life, you
plant rainbow colours on
clouds of my being.

 

Tomorrow, when soaring
eagles meet us on the
mountain top, you shall
lovingly ask me:

 

"Where are my roses?";
and I will gladly say:
Here are your roses,
b
e
a
u
t
i
f
u
l
one!

  

Here are your roses 

~ Critiques/Comments ~    

 

Valerie Jochum

vjochum@hotmail.com

Ugonna, you have such a unique way of writing.  Your expression will lead anyone who reads it to believe, it was written just for them.  So lovely! 

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Renee' Quinn

qrenee@att.net

such wonderfully colorful words....  my favorite line would have to be...  clouds of my being.....  that is a fantastic line.....  

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Farah D

farah@overseas.co.uk

I had to read this after your comments re- my poem and the link you left! and I am stunned! this poem is the "other side" of mine! beautifully and expressively written!! Thank you so much for the link you left! or I might have never discovered this wonderful piece of writing! 

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Teresa jacobs

truffels_37211@yahoo.com

I love the line, "On moonlit roads to home and yesterday, you walk to the beat of my heart", ahhh, so romantic. Once again you have managed to gather my feelings and captivate them with your wonderful style of writing. I am so intriuged by your words and savor eveything about them. The stories they reveal give meaning to life and the essence of your soul. Thank you for sharing. 

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Deborah Russell

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There is great human compassion expressed here. Anyone could be "beautiful one" and that leaves me to visualize this window to world of love in purist concept. Great writing. 

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Myra Lochner

myrataal@mweb.co.za

Ugonna, Giver of Roses ...  Here is a rose for you too:  HAIKU  fragrance of the soul painted in purple and pink stemmed on Life's green  Myra Sun  

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Rosemary Basil

rose@rosemarybasil.com

Ugonna, your poems are pure light words dancing in a dark world. Thank you for sharing and for signing at my site!  

Rose

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2002-03-06 21:13:59

 

Misty Lackey

countrygal_cc@yahoo.com

here are your roses beautiful one, what more would any woman want to hear but these words from a guy. wow, you sure have words to melt a heart and send it into passion.

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2002-04-23 16:29:48

 

mona

moca124@hotmail.com

dear uggona  

beautiful words as always 

2002-05-11 07:47:16

 

Judy Costea

snowmansmom@hotmail.com

 

Ugonna, 

 

You make the reader feel as though they are the one in the poem. I love the way you bring my heart and mind into your poetry, as though i could be on this path and journey enjoying life and love with you. You have such a beautiful way of expressing all that is around you and making me see it all so colorful and close to the heart. 

You are truly a man of many talents. 

Thank you for giving your beautiful gift of poetry to us all.   

 

Judy

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2003-01-24 09:59:41

 

Lesa Gay

lesajg@aol.com 

 

Thank you for the roses Ugonna! 

 

As many that have already commentd on this, I too agree that your work always draws me

into it as if you were writing directly to my soul. It is always such a pleasure to visit your site.

I am sorry the hour is so late or I would stay longer. 

 

I will be back soon to read more of the person that is you. 

 

My love, 

Lesa

http://PostPoems.com/members/lesajg

2003-02-04 03:33:22 

 

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Beautiful One

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

When silent drums speak;
when silent hearts beat;
when silent birds sing'
I'll listen. I'll be there.

 

I'll listen because I am
on a journey through life.
I am on a journey through
green hills and valleys.

 

Through the dark, weary
night, dawn shall meet
me with caring embrace
and soothing smile.

 

I must walk on; towards
this land of hope and
new love amongst 

humankind. 

 

On this inspiring land,
I'll tell uplifting stories  

of this journey from

my deep heart.

 

I'll tell you why the

tortoise has lines

on his hard back.
I'll tell you why

humankind must

love one another.

 

I'll tell you wonderful
stories for the survival
of humankind and our

enchanting earth

home.

 

I'll kiss you welcome
and take you to that
lofty land of my being
where dews from

heaven refresh my

day.

 

I'll make you sweet
smelling egusi soup.
You will love it.  

And when you are

done, I know you'll

ask me: "Where is

the beautiful one?"

 

I'll gladly say to you:
Here is the
beautiful one
because you

are

the
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!