Apollo's Pen
I had always loved that cloth called smile
So pure n immaculate on a newborn
It didn't make a slave a slave
All I wanted was to sew for others
What if my breath could birth good melody?
And my lungs could air euphonious octaves?
I'd really pleasure making Nightingales timid
And to beguile mortals with my dauntless vocal cords
I could be more deep with my expression
Set my mind free n paint it for the world
Colour my universe with my passion
All I wanted was to bring me to cosmos
Only if my feet were not this strict
And my waist n loins were a bit lax
I'd gladly obey the drum's call
And make these knees talk
But Apollo gave me his pen
And my ink never dried up
Perhaps hope didn't go to oblivion
All he wanted was a dinner with me
I could make my heart sing
And make mortals' minds canvas
So I could make the slave walk on air
And my mind could dance to poetry's beat
All with this pen
Eminent
Copyright © Olusanya Daniel | Year Posted 2016
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