My Poetry Diary

 I watched the August stars dwindling down, Shedding out their light in an eerie sound; Few more full moons and the year is out; But will the field yield its mead is still a doubt. I lowered the car window and took in the August air; It was bittersweet like an old Irish beer; The stereo just spoke of another covid strike; Erstwhile the Minister husky voice mentioned the gas hike; With my glasses over the nose, I soberly smeared, Through the August night I quietly steered; On a crowded highway along the water town, As I watched the August stars dwindling down. (c) gafar -  August stars

My teacher told me to always dream, Am a good listener; yes I do ! I kept sleeping; until I missed the gleams I tarry a while and I missed that too, With the tide and dark I dream, I seek the light amidst the obscurity of the dusk; Weary, dry and weary it seems, Kinsmen raped the field to a dwindling husk Awake now I walk; but blurry I see, Steadily like a babe, I will make my feet; Now I find my strength in my subtle SEA Scars turned stars, arise from your perceptive pit; Leke Odubote, “Sleepless dream, copyright 2017