ANTICIPATING GOPOETHICK?

The thing with waiting is a fishing line, something you throw down a river. How you hope for something that you do not put is stupid. But in the end,  when you catch a fish,  your house shall feast.


Same way we have thrown hopes stupidly on the shoulders of a numbed world. Same way all faculties are on their toes to bring a fashioned poetry event into the ancient city of Ile-Ife.

In case you do not know,  the GoPoethick team is bent on redefining Poetry events.


Watch this space for poetry and a conglomeration of words to form an atom of fire. We shall spark the world from the Pit Thethre.


Watch out for poetry and more but before then,  enjoy this short poem:





Voices

dark rooms are maps
a window that leads us
in and out a metropolis
of rivers, of seas, of voices
gushing in the head like
the stride of seven giants

lit rooms are coffins
they are doors that
stay shut to our feelings
the sun does not care who wants it
the moon invades the privacy of darkness
so we hear crickets murmur in shrills

you and i
are two worlds apart
but our voices are
rivers meeting streams


©tohquality