Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Rookie - 486 Points (16 January 1968 / Umuahia, Nigeria)

Test Duologue - Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Morning was patient with us, she and I,
Within earful white walls and solemn

Poetry reigned.

She: How do you submit your thoughts -
on a gold platter with a prophet's head
and a skin of dead wine?

And the eloquence of Ancient Rome returned.
Tongue opened up on the large breath of
a sot's revelry. High, profound proverbs of poetry...

I hastened up: A hunter's skill is seen on the veins
of his arms. On a platter of poetry,
the sun beams on the blessings of the initiated.

Words rise and fall on undulating terrains of
fig's foundations. Towards the green search
for summons, trials revisit.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2012

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