By Noel Ihebuzor
shy, fierce, deep, intense,
the heart rhythm and reason
defies wisdom’s eyes
By Noel Ihebuzor
shy, fierce, deep, intense,
the heart rhythm and reason
defies wisdom’s eyes
which witch worried men
know suck blood,seeds, teeth red
fear hiding malice
wizards wine and dine
fine wisdom filled, while to stakes
witches wicked go
***still grappling with this haiku art form and still unable to wrap my head around it!
Unformed, yet present in all things
I wait breathless, for a vision with voice
to find, process and liberate me
**** Imitation, they say, is the best form of flattery. This poor attempt at a Haiku (whatever that means) is a response to SLD who attempted to under-emphasize the poet’s role in birthing good poetry!