I try to reach to the sky
Admire the simplicity of life.
The lilting song floats through flowers
Along a brook of fairy bowers
Where I can’t find my voice in the rhythm
I just keep singing to the lyrics
I live, love and hope with a will
With loud laughter like explosives.
Life is a fickle fortune.
Like the scented nectars
Spewed from the steep of radiant flowers
And sour herbs that torture the cheeks
With a shooting twinge.
The same sun that dries the wood
Dissolves the ocean ice,
For one thing leads to another,
The gypsy moth Caterpillar to the charming butterfly
And the sun bringing on rainfall.
Love is a Jigsaw Puzzle.
Pieces are aliens at inception.
We keep moving them around,
Shove ill-fitting pieces,
Searching for the right ones,
Until we find those that fit in,
Until we find where they belong.
Some pieces come together and start a cold war.
Hey! There’s nothing like finding a true paramour.
Hope is the crisp dew
That perches on the skin of a Lilly
With such refreshment
That sings a tune without the lyrics.
Find the words and that is what to say.
The wisdom of age
Create the path and that is the way
The truth about our lives
No matter what path we may take
What will be will be.
Poem by Ezekiel Archibong (Oluwasalvage)