THE VOICE OF A POET

Oh! I hear the voice of a poet

in a silent untold world

fresh and crisp

like spring onion leaves.

Sleek and sweet

in the ears of knowledge.

Oh! I hear the voice of a poet

echoing so loud

in the thickest woods

longing to be heard

both far and near

but none around could raise the flag

Oh! I hear the voice of a poet

and so I rise up high on my feet

trying so hard

to catch my thoughts

lest I spill out

deep silent words.

Oh! I hear the voice of a poet

so passionate, so very strong

hence I tap the cores of my ears

that they may both gladly hear

the ever airy voice of the poet

a seasoned language of the wise.

© Gbeminiyi Alli 8^th Feb 2009