http://penastory.com/2016/03/12/poetry-play-20/

Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji and Opeyemi Gaji



S:

My skin is a scroll with the handwriting of my heritage

O:

Do not time, places sojourned erase that glorious writing?

S:

This writing is my birthmark

My skin’s soulmate till the sepulchre separates us

O:

Even birthmarks lose its intensity

Time not only changes the seasons

Even altering the course of lives, even birthmarks

S:

This birthmark may be bleached by time

But it breathes in the cave of my marrow

O:

The time comes when even the body wastes away,

Do our souls retain this mark of birth you speak so highly of?

S:

The soul without the body

Is like a book without pages

It’s ignorant of ink

O:

Our body is indeed lost without a soul

Devoid of thoughts and dreams

A mere vessel of operating physically

S:

So let me live my lettered flesh

Let me stay as the scroll

With the handwriting of my heritage

Before my souls sojourns out of my body.

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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