Ohwojevwe Ese Ganiyu Poet Blank verse

Oye

“OYE” (“HARMATTAN”)
[BY OHWOJEVWE ESE GANIYU]


When
	On harmattan wings
Flapped iced
Into my oblongata cold
Into moneyless sadness
Of our Saussure’s paper
Locked in
Folic signified signifier
In language
Too much mystique in
Folic signifier signified
Till tides come
When
On glorious dawns day
We acknowledge
That those potholes
We 
Wobbled our way through 
In 
Thorns trumpeted
Into our ears 
Too congealed
To hear Bata drums
Hypnotizing us
Into spag queens hall.

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Sanket Jain January 2, 2018 at 6:19 PM Interesting piece. I liked your word play. Absolutely spell bound poetry with vivid imagery Poem makes us laugh, cry, prickle, silent.So did this one. Review Pari Style Poem to encourage me.