watching my wife helen as she comes to vote in the presidential election 2011


rivers of frangipani

forests blow trumpets
and green fields triumph

i watched you today
come toward the gate
in longsleeved blouse
ankle length skirt flared
flowered deep violet
flowing
your head held high on
pedestaled neck
to cast your vote
for your faithful president

you swayed swinging
your gait a thrill
you danced to the flutter
of the bougainvillea petals
feet floating in the air
buoyed in freedom
face aglow with morning sun

the sands ambled
to be stepped on
each grain beats the other
to grant you poise

Obetiti in gloom
frangipani fragrance
flares your flambé eyes






Poetry by mark nwagwu
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Written on 2011-06-08 at 17:04

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countryfog
All who have come to take their freedom for granted, willingly forsake the right and responsibility to vote, should read this beautiful paean to not juust your wife but to democracy.
2011-06-09