Chinedum Ekwobi Poet Rhyme

Achieving Great Things Without Plan

In an unwarned minute,
He’d begun to spin it,
Setting himself no limit
Like one eyeing some summit:
A forced-to-be-rotating band
Praying to slip off for restful sand
From a busied tormenting left hand

And the next minute he was a man
Achieving great things without plan
And even without stirring a foot
Of problems getting at their root;
Entirely relying on his instinct,
Vocally praising it for being distinct …

Many would’ve said he was killing Time
And as many pretending to use Time;
A possible number “Hatching some crime”
Perhaps some “A glass of undiluted lime”
But I was sure in his finished rice ‘much thyme’.

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