Thursday, December 10, 2015

Adesola Oladoja writes

I Will Be Here

Reticence speaks volume
Silence is not dumb
Yet eloquence has little power
Where sighs are traded well

I'll wait here alone
Whistle to my shadow all night long
I'll tap my weary knee
Rub off my sleepy eye

Just to catch a glimpse
A glimpse of you again
To see through and through
What others mock and scorned

I'm waiting here
E'en if it takes years

1 comment:

  1. Because of its skillful employment of off-rhyme rather than true rhyme, it may not be readily apparent that this is --yes, indeed-- a sonnet.


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