EGC: 31 DAYS OF POETRY- DAY 3- WE WILL RETURN- by Akinwemimo Idris
THE VISIONER
This shrub is a converged cave with torn shrine;
It's a willow withering down from the river's touch.
We are Whales shallowed on beach, seeking flow,
Which way? Which way? Tell, for we can't bear us!
Tell us---full manoeuvred fishermen---water's way,
Tell our labyrinthine shrines, for it can't foretold the body.
Tell it to hunt geckos and toads in the land of the fishes,
Perchance its mug could be thunder-reflected mirror.
We libate with torn calabashes----infected fowls and yams;
Turned wayward wanderers wandering within our shrines,
With Chameleon faith, forgetting we are visioners of ourselves.
Won't you tell faith---that you are a creek---let it flow to tide?
©Nket Godwin
This shrub is a converged cave with torn shrine;
It's a willow withering down from the river's touch.
We are Whales shallowed on beach, seeking flow,
Which way? Which way? Tell, for we can't bear us!
Tell us---full manoeuvred fishermen---water's way,
Tell our labyrinthine shrines, for it can't foretold the body.
Tell it to hunt geckos and toads in the land of the fishes,
Perchance its mug could be thunder-reflected mirror.
We libate with torn calabashes----infected fowls and yams;
Turned wayward wanderers wandering within our shrines,
With Chameleon faith, forgetting we are visioners of ourselves.
Won't you tell faith---that you are a creek---let it flow to tide?
©Nket Godwin
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