Silent Waters Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Silent waters are ripples not grimaced
Where the sea plants stand limp in peaceful
Accolades for the aquatic jungle, young and unexplored...

Torrents of troubled wasters flake their froths at roosting time
When infertile reeds disvirgin puerile and naïve banks of
Assailed brooks

Silent waters, fodder-narrowness race of gentle run,
Running cleverly in runout channels into the plains;
And then the breasted ones foment a din which rises,
Floats and settles among bopping festive clouds above.

On a clear day, when the ague increases with a breaking noon,
Silent waters chirp noiselessly and befriend the freshness of
Nearby rills.