Poetry Play #44

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Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and Elprincipe




I know I shall have a date with fate

Somewhere, someday, a date

A decisive moment, a second too late to resuscitate


I know my bones will burn into the ashes of autumn

And you will look for me somewhere among the stars of a night sky


Like a god hurled from Olympus,

I shall fall into thy thoughts

My abode shall harbour thy tears during the summer

And therein shall thou seek solace


And you will come with cloudy eyes and flowered hands to where I sleep

You will come to wake me up with wails

But you are not Jesus, and I’m not Lazarus


Thy call, I will refuseth to hearken unto

Because the heavens would have beckoned

The Seraphs will sing me welcome songs

I will then sing of the Cherubs, their songs


Gravity will not allow the telegram of your tears to reach me

And a message undelivered can never be replied

So I cannot reply you with some sneezes and breathing symphonies


My silence will leave you broken

My absence will break you to pieces

Indeed, life isn’t fair, so she bleaches

But to God, leave the pieces.

Though I be asleep with Mother,

I will be awake in thy head and heart


I will be awake in your dreams,

But not to give you screams

But to sing you serenading symphonies

I will be your guardian angel


Like the shooting star of a night sky, I will light your heart

Like a DJ’s turntable, your head will spin with my thoughts

They will be so loud

You would feel my guarding presence


You don’t have to look for me in the graveyard

Because I will be right next to you

You will find me in your fragrance

And when you look into the mirror

You will find me right there in the corneas of your eyes


I will be there in a glance

I will be the inner voice

The tone behind thy words

The voice of reason

For all seasons

I will be with thee always

Because I’m thy shadow in the background.

The inhabitant of thy body and soul.



NB: Poetry Play, a product of Artilogue in partnership with PenAStory, is a game in form of poetic dialogue for every poet on BBM. It is a game of two poets: one drops a line or more, and the other replies, flowing along until one of them gives up, or the poem gets too long. Every poem formed from this game will be published here (penastory.com) every Friday and Saturday. So poets, are you ready to play? If yes, contact Samuel via BBM: 7baa55ae

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About PenAStory

PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
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