Posted by Chime Hilary Uchenna on
Nipped in the Bud
in memory of nnamdi jibuoh
body and soul
drifts apart
at its wake
emptiness, hard to fill
..beads of stinging tears
trickle lines of swollen faces
humanity,
in dark web of mysteries, enshrouded
jibunoh,
has thou glittered and burnt!
sooner, than a winked eye
…exult, of another gem rare and green
stretched, your canvass remains wet
who will make the paintings;
and splash the colours of a creative mind
who will etch the epithet;
now, that the wood is still wet
memoirs of all still lingers-
that you have strolled;
and will be back soon
days has trickled to weeks
…leaving shadows, at its wake
adieu!