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The language of the sea
The Language of the Sea .......by Peter Onyancha
I am left in the marriage of one Odeon poet
At dawn there is light deep above the water
In the knowledge I jump ship; I advent
And dip my nervous finger inside
To feel the wetness of the water
I part my lips in awe, oar after oar
I paddle until I hear no echo
For the chubbiness of the waves of the sea
And the sea wives, swinging their waves, hear
That way I speak in a language
That only I and the sea understand
But I have lost my Odeon poet
(This is the 6th stanza of a long poem titled: The uselessness of Poetry)
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