Kodi Azuonye Poems

At first, the dark rain-clouds
cast a gloomy spell
over the eye
of the day,
...

One irksome, prosy afternoon
devoid of interest, time hanging heavily -
to have my stripling fling,
I digressed into a bush
...

Palsied dewy touch, knell-swathed-
a flawed crust of chrysalis
burned into exile.
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The water is dark and silent, reflecting sparks of the night’s fire
that bedeck a window of sky.

Your voice tonight does not thrill me at all, poet wind.
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The hills are alive, awake;
real are the voices raised by
the jaded, stirring trees.
Moderately diminishing against the metropolis,
...

O love, give me one more chance
to mend my broken faith
for only your tonic salve
can heal our shattered play.
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