A Missed Poem
=Pulpit and the Pews=
When she bends
She needed you most.
You reposed
And labelled her-
Flagrant eloquent noise.
Now perceives wide-awake
There and then mews-
Nothing to say.
Who’s fooling who?
On whose folly
In this case?
Thorny woes
Or woes tangle?
Oil and canvas
… Instrumental madness;
Can grab Peter
To play Paul.
Viva, 'tis okay,
She has no objection,
No grudge,
No hocus-pocus.
Only that her burdens are
Itchy crosses to bear.
A petulant-
Entity enticement,
That knits her brow.
To her,
Not needed they are
In the free air.
We meet, we mix or miss.
Tangle that mangled,
Phantasmagoria:
The phantom in their
Framed mirrored lid.
Tattering she mends
“Not mine and never
mine”.
Behold her for her stand.
“Cynics’ labels are nothing
Should you hold within yourself.
You’re something
And anything
You believe you are.
While God’s tag is
everything”.
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013
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