Austyn Chimbuoyim

Rookie - 136 Points (02/08 / Orlu)

The Forgotten Road - Poem by Austyn Chimbuoyim

It used to be a way of life
Was there, right in the marrow
But once a ‘via nova' was in rife
A once wide path became narrow

Slim and thin it's become, the road
For want of ever travelling feet
And ‘twas on it they rode
Those men so great in wit and feat

Heads were oft' bent, but never in shame
Fingers learnt to walk on lines
Eyes never tired, looked with aim
Which alone was to feed the mind with signs

As stalls can ‘empty of cattle' stand
And the jar filled to the brim with nothing
So the slate stays devoid of words, new brand
And weary from those gone sour and rotten

So let the bullet go to work
For then it can only be better
Here and now we may cease to mock
Instead of waiting for a time called ‘later'

It may be a word, maybe a notion
‘But out of place' they won't be, a line, a page
A few more drops, and you have an ocean
And over you, you'll have an edge.

Topic(s) of this poem: Art

Poet's Notes about The Poem

For the Students of Spiritan School of Philosophy, Isienu, who have taken a real dip in writing...

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 22, 2014

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