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Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and Maryann Godfrey



M:

Tick tick drops on the bell of my heart

Lost is the soul of the born searching for the unborn

S:

It’s a soul’s search for the unknown

A hunt to fill the hole in the heart

M:

But the hole is too wide that no quarter of seed can fill

The heart seeks beyond it feels

Light it seems, but too heavy yet empty

S:

Your empty heart envisions an Elysian

Somewhere that it can sip the sweetness of serenity

A peace from the pounding pain it feels

M:

This day I feel peace

The next might be war…

Now pain feels normal

And I drown in this river with no ribs to paddle

S:

It’s a storm of emotions that troubles you

But let me offer you the boat of my heart

Just sit or sleep in it without worries

It will take you to the heaven your heart desires

M:

*finger snaps* wake me up if I may be asleep…

Familiar words burn deep to my heart

Wake me up if I may be asleep

S:

When words burn deep into your heart

It’s the water of words that will be used to assuage the flames

So allow me to be the messiah with the water of life

M:

You give me wonder word

Powder to cover up my acne

When all I want is to stroke a paddle

S:

My words aren’t just mere powder

They become a pillar when you want to stand

And a pillow when you want to sleep

They peel off the patterns of pain on your face and plaster it with pulchritude

You want a paddle for a canoe, but you have been given a boat

Do you want to walk when you have been given wings to fly?

M:

The heart doesn’t fall no more to powder sellers

As it’s still gathering its piece from the damage of the last sold out

S:

When you hold on to the pains of the past

How can you accept the presents of the present?

Which do you prefer: the powder of the face or the powder of the feet?

M:

One thing is certain I don’t fix my present to suffer for my past

The edge gets its limit

S:

A taste of sweetness doesn’t produce tears of sorrow

When you are fixed, you are free

Don’t limit yourself with the lines of loneliness

NB: Poetry Play, a product of Artilogue in partnership with PenAStory, is a game in form of poetic dialogue for every poet on BBM. It is a game of two poets: one drops a line or more, and the other replies, flowing along until one of them gives up, or the poem gets too long. Every poem formed from this game will be published here (penastory.com) every Friday and Saturday. So poets, are you ready to play? If yes, contact Samuel via BBM: 7f5210ec


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