"Leaning on an oil bean
Lost in your Legend..."
Christopher Okigbo
"Held in her Palms"
There in a forest of endless vastness trapped,
In the beauty of your lore ,
And the wild beauty in your eyes,
All my stout words begin to fall like trees swayed by a strong wind
To bow to the majesty in your gaiety,
Forsaking the fear of being yours, dear
It was a fear that couldn't withstand the charm in your face.
Aren't we lucky that you became a poet and not a chef, for with your deft touch you'd probably do really well as a chef too, but we wouldn't be able to taste the result across the internet as we can with your poetry.
Thank you so much Keith and Paul.
Your words and encouragement always inspire me.
The imagination in this poem held me in a strange suspense. your use of the language is compelling.
Thank you for this
Keith
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Emeka Collins
Sat 30th Jan 2021 14:41
I am very grateful to everyone who commented on my poem.
Aviva, your words were like an another poem to this poem. Thank you so much.