Epic Poem by Olumide Omoyele

I long to write an epic poem
with long, soothing, sentences
and grand announcements.
The descriptive tenses,
rich in flowering diction and
thought-provoking similes.

But the metaphors, O the metaphors!
Observe as they caress
and tickle the senses
like warm bubbles
on a winter's day.No…like
sweet nothings captured
in stolen whispers.
A thing comparable to a
lion's arrogant strides, especially
when observed safely from
half-a-mile away…or better still, a tiger's
graceful posturing - that most beautiful of cats.

I long to pen the structures
of an alluring poem
pricking the rigid walls
of kindred hearts, inspiring youngsters
to dream - that seemingly-lost quality
in an age of
Instant
Gratification.

Perhaps one day I will
indeed author such a gem
But not today. Not today.
You shall await its delivery patiently
like dreams of yesteryears.
You shall have to induce your
hopeful senses with imagination.
You shall have to yearn
as I shall have to
tease you with
the sweet promises
of an epic.