Clad with simile
and gives smile
Clothed with
metaphor and melts heart
Painted with pun
and makes one play
What is this that
walks on the lane of stanza?
Hey! What are you?
That captures
emotions like love
That ensnares attention
like a whisper
The greatest
summary to behold
At your whisper
Ladies blush
At your citation
Black Adams spray
wealth
White Adams rise on
their feet to tell you are fit
A sip from your
brook
And heads keep
nodding
Combination of
fingers for thumbs up
Mouth open in daze
Imagination as
wild as impossible
Giving you a close
look
Sinking deep in
you brook
Seeing you in
books
Seeing the way you
capture mood
Holding your pen
Cornered in your
den
I see you are not
mere words
Your destination
is the whole world
You are poetry
The mystery of
words
In combination of
mere alphabets
You tell of the
ancient and the present
With
diagrams in ink
You have words
linked
Captivating and
makes one think
Making one read
without a blink
More from your
brook I seek to drink
In your mystery I wish
to sink
Your voice
Stands out even in
noise
Louder than the
striking of a thunder
Softer than a
whisper
Beautiful than
beauty
Melodious than
music
Fresher than
nature
Reason to be calm
Reads to a heart
like balm
Pierces through
heart like knife
Interesting than
life
Greater than
imagination
Awesome than
reality
More of your voice
I seek to drain
In you is both
pain and gain
Indeed you speak
And more of your
voice I seek.
Tola Adegbite
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