Truncated Poem by Tony-Cemaluk Egbuonu

runcated

Meeting, together we warmed.
Morning until evening, not night,
For ardour
Heavy, hopeful and happy

Watering our garden, together we watched.
The abreast, nay, tandem growth,
Of our nascent moves, democratic
Holy, harmless and healthy

Comforting our orchard, together we waited
The blissful blossoming experience,
Of our comfortable orchid
Habitable, habitual and hidden

Forcing us to part ways, together we wailed.
Forgetting not to remember always,
The bittersweet, happy-sad memories
Hampered, hedged and hewn

Standing up to go, absolute, together we wept.
Swallowing the sweet swelled up phlegm,
Truncated
Handicapped, hammered and handicuffed