A Shadow in the Flow
Martins Iyoboyi
The last tuffs wither in the gloomy horizon;
All parameters fall in the blue deep,
While the day slowly hosts the dusk.
Tomorrow, the hours shall indeed arrive
Welcoming the dying visitors
Famished of personable wit.
The day is gray with bountiful businesses
At the silver-flowing waters of my mind.
The moment has come by the junction,
Sitting beside the spacious marsh
Feeding on the micro world,
And beholding the neon signs of
The resplendent liquid,
See the inner life of mortals.
The stiff outgrowths by the manure,
Eating the evergreen feeds,
Do invoke an identity from a close watcher.
The blooming buds, themselves doubled,
Tripled and quadrupled by the oppression
Of the water by the incessant waves,
Educate the mind of the duality of nature.
The birds are replete with weariness
Singing the darkest rhymes of their existence.
Yet, beside this teething bank,
At the education-centre of the heart
Righteous-ridden and comforting
The wretched keeper of supernal decrees
The most penurious of mortals;
A thinking fellow among men
Sits all daylong, in nimble temper
Watching his ways on the river surface.
