By Noel Ihebuzor
Punctuations speak and sing.
They hum breaks, pauses and stops.
Shapes float and dance and whisper meanings,
in their shy whispers and gentle murmurs, yet audibly
spoons are no longer just for the table,
even if they still collocate with meals and eating
in these new fresh environments
all descriptive and so so suggestive
*** prompted by a lovely little poem written by SLD