Good poetry writing is an art that has evaded me (Not as a result of not trying, I may add). For as long as I remember, I have wished (and practiced) it to happen but will be the first to admit that I am just not good at it. I can write in simple, plain conversational English but, well, poetry is a lot more than that. You have to be good at poetic rhetorics, figurative expressions, creative imagination and all its sorts, which I just haven’t been able to master.
Anyways, I accept the cup as half full, take what I have and appreciate the works of those who are good at writing real poems. Yesterday, I had the privilege of reading a short poem written by a friend. It was a short and quick scribble but nonetheless, good (Yes, I dare say so). I didn’t want it to go to waste so I decided to put it out here, this way; I get the privilege of showcasing it and achieving durability.
First, I should say to this friend – Sorry I didn’t ask your permission, didn’t what to risk you saying no.
I really hope y’all like and appreciate it as much as I do (Find poem below)