The spotlight goes on.
Greetings! My name is Wilson. I’m your comrade with a gift for the spoken word, and I’m about to tell my life’s story. Indulge me awhile, I promise it won’t bore. Plus, a few nuggets just might stick.
My life’s an epic, yes
The scenes will fill a tome, true
Play the strings now, please
We need some accompaniment to this tale.
I have braved many odds, me
Scaled mountains and crossed a thousand seas
I fight dragons and I’m scratched plenty
But my dragons perish and I live still.
I try to define myself prim and proper
But I keep bumping into walls and crossing borders
Uncertainty’s basic in this life, see
But hope’s unrelenting too.
I’m a child of wonder, surely
When I should brook an ambiance at the first
And it’s Deja Vu already
My life is split between nature and I
Inspiration oozes from every pore.
The hard stuff comes easy, I’m awed
The easy stuff stands hard, it’s weird
My weaknesses rise and become my strengths
My strengths fade into a weakness
I have but to admit to this truth evident
It is not I running this show.
What then’s my claim to fame, you ask?
I’m a child of divinity, don’t you see?
The life I live is not mine, really
I stand trustee of Life’s gift.
Gifted I am as you can see
But deep within my essence rests
Propelled to motion by a mandate divine,
My actions have import here and hereafter.
The world is crazy and life is weird
Indestructible, indefatigable, I still seem
But that is the deal if I stick with my maker
I will be here a pretty long time, yeah
On a roll and blazing hot.
Have I a witness to this tale of grace?
A kindred soul on the heels of Purpose?
Take my hand then, you who believe
Let us jointly unleash potential’s bounty
Let’s make the world a better place.
I hold the fort, gallantly
Hands on the plow, ain’t no looking back
When this business here is done
I see me showered a rapturous welcome.
…
Blackout.
In a twinkling I am transported to a familiar place on earth – my bedroom. Wifey is tapping and pushing on my numb torso, calling my name from a distant place.
“Will…Will…wake up!”
It takes a while but I finally capture my bearings.
“What is it, dear,” I slur.
“You are talking in your sleep!”
At the news, a layer – just a layer – of drowsiness evaporates. Embarrassment descends like a shiver, but I’m groggy still. I place a hand on her lap and brush feebly.
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing,” I say.
But she gives me the ‘what do you mean’ look.
“It’s…poetry”
“Poetry?” she repeats, bewildered somewhat. “You mean you were reciting-”
I put up a pleading hand to make her stop. Please say no more.
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Ok, so you want make we join hands Eh?
I dey come….
Nice one bro…..
I enjoyed this. Nice work.
hahahahahahaha so it was a dream after all .Beautiful concept.I love it!
So epic you talk in your sleep ba?
Luvli read, I like!
lovely!!!
I wouldn’t mind reciting poetry while I sleep!
really?!
Nice!
Hehehe. Nice concept. Me likey and I won’t mind sleep-talking too.
Hmmmm
@chemokopi…you dey reserve your comment?
This is a special sort of sleep-talking that I wouldn’t mind doing!
The poem itself is a very lovely one!
Hehehehe… Please, don’t go and confess to that girl in Ur dreams, before ya wife renders U headless with ‘aka odo’ !
haba, bros! there was no girl in the dream o.
you know, that kind thing is one of the “disadvantages” – this one wey some people say dem like sleep-talking.
Okay… I’m reading this and I’m feeling like “please God let this be pleasant to the very end”
In the end I just clasp my hands (for lack of yours to hold) in great respect for this delivery.
And yeah…
I bear witness to the tale
Bounded for the place of purpose
My hands stretch I forth
To rummage through potential’s bounty
With our quills we’ll find a place of rest
Don’t ask me if this was pleasant to the very end
@midas..thanks, man. You’re generous.
it flows like a stream running gently on its course well done
Gifted I am as you can see
But deep within my essence rests
Propelled to motion by a mandate divine,
My actions have import here and hereafter.
This line is the messenger, but I do not truly understand the second and the third line, their flow especially.
You are gifted alright. I like this poem. Please write some more, and thank you for this one.
@tochukwu…methinks the message in the third line is quite clear: I am propelled to motion (action) by a divine mandate, and my actions have effect here and in the afterlife. As for the flow, only reviewers can judge. Thanks for reading, liking, and commenting. I appreciate.
Alright then. I was actually looking at the second line there. Thanks for the reply.
In one word, its SIZZLING
This is really cool….The sleeptalking made it all so different…Well done…$ß.
Well, why I don’t don’t like it, is because it is very good. You’re crafty man….
Great concept.