For you; I composed a poem, In the form of an apple tree.
A Yew Barries shape it reveals; Its stalks took away my verse, Its roots consumed my rhyme,
Its leaves drained my muse of urge.
Here am I, pursuing identification.
...
Just as evil spirits flee
Into the bodies of swine,
So does the animal's gin deepen in you
A trait so rare, and yours alone.
...
So, art thou happy now that I am in penury?
So, thy presence is naught but savagery?
Indeed, I have learnt the hardest way.
Right was Shakespeare when he penned:
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For You; I Composed A Poem
For you; I composed a poem, In the form of an apple tree.
A Yew Barries shape it reveals; Its stalks took away my verse, Its roots consumed my rhyme,
Its leaves drained my muse of urge.
Here am I, pursuing identification.
Suddenly, wholly on a blank page,
Found, but lost in our prenuptial age.
The Balian blood, clear on the edge.
Remorseless you parked to savagery,
Full of mirth and glee the heyday goes.
Blind to the impending danger that shows.
Pretty Bambota, There lies your doom.
Ndimancho T. Nyowikeh
Done: 30th March 2024
At: Yaounde - Etoug Ebe 9: 02 PM