Makinde Kehinde Margret Poet I do not know?

The Inquisitor

Beyond six feet of distance 
and seven heavens of this pull of woods, 
I draw intensities of sounds and words to placements,
Calling me beyond the territories of these leaves.
My soul sought profiles of its songs 
While its proud emission and enthusiastic incision jingle,
In fields of consciousness, beyond access to semantics,
Submerging me 
in the author’s trance of phrasal phenomena; 
Telling me, “focus!” 
amidst mortal icebergs and immortal tides, 
Saturating undiluted pinnacles, 
on paths leading home 
from the author’s elements of creativity and  
Symbolism’s narration, 
by a series of innovative intonations, I have employed it. 
Yet, I am on volume one.

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Beata Agustin November 23, 2024 at 4:29 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.