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www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Letter To A Poet]
Each meter of your verses strikes me
Cracking my heart like a wall

I feel lost when I can’t wield my pen;
My heart traces each footprint of words
Every time my sojourn brings me here

I live where Life is neither friend nor foe;
On my rubble the rain comes and beats me
Then the Sun passes and burns me

Fragile thoughts sparse my dusty mind
As time ticks on – seconds, minutes and hours –
My head always south and west of the sun

My head is burdened, I bear heavy duties
My thoughts dribble through – like fine sand –
In the yellow wood, searching for survival

I am at home here where one language is spoken
The language of meters, verses and stanzas.

Written by: Bada Yusuf Amoo
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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  1. Helen – I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
    helenvalentina says:

    Oh that is so very, very good! Such an amazing tribute to writing and the poetic form..it has an ageless quality to it, and something so deep it is hard to reflect back in a comment, but all I can say is Bravo! Bravo!! 🙂

    1. Kukogho Iruesiri Samson – Abuja, Nigeria – I am a media professional with experience in multimedia journalism, book publishing, content creation, web management, public relations, media relations, social media management, and client relationship management. My interests include multi-platform content creation and management, media relations, digital and print publishing, and youth-oriented social services. I am open to middle-level positions in organizations that encourage innovation.
      Kukogho Samson says:

      Thank you very much Helen

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