Hate

Hate

I saw him, Perfect him
Moving nearer the reach
Of that pit- hitch
Eyes close to the day in his leg
And perchance
He might have escaped
The tall downfall
If, perhaps
He sees some good in bad pathWhich
I,Imperfect, would his other eye
Or, possiblyI had not so waited
On this otherside. . .
Felix Orisewike Sylvanus
Copyright ©2008 Felix Orisewike

To a Valentine Who is Faraway

To a Valentine Who is Faraway

To you
My radiancy
Chidinma
I take this one more vacation forever with you
To dine and wine
Hundreds mile away far away
To the unchangeable
Of days greening our days
Turned yellow leaf from leaveOf excessive absency

Felix Orisewike Sylvanus
Copyright ©2008 Felix Orisewike Sylvanus