FRAGRANCE FROM A WEEDED GARDEN
My heart rains cataract
And my eyes pave streams
Through my cheeks to paddle
The boat of pain you sailed
Into my heart.
I cry dry cry in memory of
Our fragrance in garden of love.
How you planted thousand grains
Of butterfly in vast acres of
My loamy heart.
In our bountiful period of love
You planted and watered our
Love with watering can of your
Lips. Your spittle and the beam
From your eyes bloomed love.
But today?
I inhale scents of flowers
From a weeded garden.
Melodies of music from a
Deserted concert.
I count stars during days.
Every page of our story
Is now written in tense past,
Time pass and I still have scars
Of your love whirling around.
2015.12.21
Benue, Makurdi
Oko Owoicho pen named Oko Owi Ocho Afrika was born in Udabi Adoka in Otukpo local government of Benue state.He attended his secondary school in Lagos where he served as the Secretary General of AJ HOUSE OF POETRY. A writing organization based in Ajegunle. He has performed on lots of stages in Lagos and Benue respectively. He featured in Lagos State Black Heritage Festival 'Night of the Poet' 2014 and Sevhage Literary Festival 2015. He is a Pan Africanist who base most of his writings on Africa and sees Art as a tool that can help facilitate the cultural and economic emancipation of Africa. He is currently studying English in Benue State University where he is currently the Financial Secretary of WRITERS LEAGUE. He is currently working on his collection 'Broken Rhythms.'
WHAT LOVE IS
A strong cord is where love lies
Embrace it always, in your heart
Love, a feeling that makes you grow
Love, a feeling that makes you conquer
Love, something so perfect
Flawless
Love, something that once you have.
You will never want to leave.
Love everyday
In it is the happiness you desire.
Oyinkansola Adesewa is a poet
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