“Sound Of Time”
If I could hear the
sound of time
Or tell the next life’s
rhyme
I would ever be
ready
To work & remain
steady
In this heavenly race
& avert the eternal
blaze
If I could see what God
holds next
Or tell if he’s done
weaving his nest
I would cleanse
myself
& dust my dirty
shelf
I’ll jump into this
chance
& worship my bones
into a balance
If I could gauge the
length of my stay or tell
If I would soon become
stale
& kiss the dust so
early, with my name
Burning off in a quick amber
flame
I would spend my brief
time having fun
Instead of working all
my life under the sun
If I could hear from
Cupid
About how to fool in
love & not be stupid
In the sight of those
who feign romance
As a syndrome lovers
choose for balance
I would petal my wings
over the woodlands
& grow a colorful
duvets over my lover’s badlands
If I could read the mind
of wealth
Or tell if it roots into
the evil that’ll ruin my health
If only I could tell for
sure that this life is a dream
I would hurry my gait
towards a nearby stream
& gather a handful
of water to cleanse my sight
So I can wake & see
beyond this height
Nwuguru Chidiebere Sullivan(he/him) is a keen writer of Izzi, Abakaliki ancestry. He is a Final Year Medical Laboratory Science Student. A Forward Prize nominee and the winner 2021, WAN--Cookout Poetry Prize. He is found of his poorly lit room where he tweets @wordpottersull1 and he believes that asking for a pact of light grows him into a greenhouse. He has works published or forthcoming at IS&T, The Shore, B’K Mag, Tilted House, Journal Nine, Sub-Saharan Mag, Analogies & Allegories. Wondrous Real Mag, Rulerless, The Deadlands and elsewhere.
As the first winner of the Paid Poetry contest I just sent the young man $52.17 US currency via PayPal. I hope you will all see the excellency in this poem and what a bright future "Sullivan The Poet" has. Once our winner gets his money he is expected to confirm that and to say anything he wants about the contest or life in general for that matter.
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