acknowledging the goodwill of a fellow poet
He speaks the language of my pen
He interprets the sight of the sun
He has a place in the cosmic
Our meetings was rare and where the earth shifted
An atmosphere of mystery where fate speaks
Never lost in the character of our silence
And once touched by the fears of love
He visited with his anthology of tongues
Which constantly robs me of my idle time
And stretches my senses as I recline in my couch
With hours of knowledge passing through my life
Today, we have overcome the separation line of friendship
He is now a brother
He is now a family
He is Ifediora Okiche
Written by: Obinwanne Owen
Copyright © Obinwanne Owen
Poetry by Owen
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Written on 2015-05-21 at 10:20
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FROM A POET TO A POET
I learned of a friendHe speaks the language of my pen
He interprets the sight of the sun
He has a place in the cosmic
Our meetings was rare and where the earth shifted
An atmosphere of mystery where fate speaks
Never lost in the character of our silence
And once touched by the fears of love
He visited with his anthology of tongues
Which constantly robs me of my idle time
And stretches my senses as I recline in my couch
With hours of knowledge passing through my life
Today, we have overcome the separation line of friendship
He is now a brother
He is now a family
He is Ifediora Okiche
Written by: Obinwanne Owen
Copyright © Obinwanne Owen
Poetry by Owen
Read 822 times
Written on 2015-05-21 at 10:20
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