BLUE FEELINGS (Pantoum Poetry)

Over the hill of daze I stood waiting
Come home to your beauty place
Veiled in the garment of a saint
I am the righteous, I am the lost

Come home to your beauty place
Time has lost us all this while
Born in lost places
Where resonance words are teardrops

Time has lost us all this while
Where beautiful lies are understood
By the gods of silence that kissed you away
When immortals imbibed our love tales

Where beautiful lies are understood
And regrets cast in deep running waters
Demons igniting your memory in me
I am the bay waiting for your clasp as the sea

Author: Owen Obinwanne

© Owen Obinwanne



Poetry by Owen
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Written on 2012-03-27 at 20:06

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This is a beautiful evocation of the call of the familiar, whether it is the home or something more personal. I find it touching, and as I said, beautifully written.
2012-03-30