Dying Art
Last night, out of my heart
A gush, like water from the hill
Draggled my marooned mind
For hours -- the oriel in my brain
Opened submission to shadowy
Thoughts and svelte wits
Like hoar caught by the sun
So is my skin under a cool whirling
Like the roof stolen by the storm
I'd brave ears, yet they'd not
Defeat my sights that saw
The battery of poetry by some
So bad I couldn't help an art
Bruised by brawny stats
A gush, like water from the hill
Draggled my marooned mind
For hours -- the oriel in my brain
Opened submission to shadowy
Thoughts and svelte wits
Like hoar caught by the sun
So is my skin under a cool whirling
Like the roof stolen by the storm
I'd brave ears, yet they'd not
Defeat my sights that saw
The battery of poetry by some
So bad I couldn't help an art
Bruised by brawny stats
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BIO:
Josh Pampam is a poet from Lagos, Nigeria. A saxophonist and a Hairstylist. He is an aspiring student of a University, graduated from St. Micheal High School, ota in Ogun state where he finished his secondary education. His poem has been published in different magazine both home and abroad. He aims to grow more as a poet and when less busy always strive to get there by reading from great poets.
Facebook: Josh Pampam
Twitter: @josh_pampam
Josh Pampam is a poet from Lagos, Nigeria. A saxophonist and a Hairstylist. He is an aspiring student of a University, graduated from St. Micheal High School, ota in Ogun state where he finished his secondary education. His poem has been published in different magazine both home and abroad. He aims to grow more as a poet and when less busy always strive to get there by reading from great poets.
Facebook: Josh Pampam
Twitter: @josh_pampam
