Bless the inky winds
flapping my winged thoughts
flying
that increases the glory
of the sun
lighting the love
The various lines and rhymes
metaphors, imageries and times
None compare to the best –
Not the many successes I crave
nor the anguish and fear of the grave
none more is close
to the best
in whom I rest…
You remain the best thing
that not a single hope
can rope
Or ever record
Permit then this single mite
for it is the only offering
that a loving heart
assisted by mortal frail faulty hands tender
render
it is my all
to the one for whom I always fall
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Su'eddie in Life n' Literature 
Reblogged this on Aturmercy and commented:
Su’ your love of all things literary is glaring it shines in everything you do. This is a beautiful piece.
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Where’s my hanky?
🙂 Thanks!! Really, thanks. You rock!
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Loved this really well written
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Thanks Nici. Means much. 🙂
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I LOVE IT!
I hear the created giving praise to the creator for the honor to create….a mouth full I know, but that’s what you’ve gone and done here Sueddie.
It is only when we realize and acknowledge the powers of creation and the responsibilities that follow, only then do such humble and eloquent praise follow.
A true master appreciating his craft!
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WoW! Dotta, dalu!! This really is flattering.
Se wuese Aondo sha tahav na. Reminds me of one the NS poems I posted sometime back, eh…what’s that it’s name again…? Eh… Okay, http://www.naijastories.com/2012/05/creaverse-et-bless-the-inky-winds/… If it appeals to you too, my day would be made. Thanks as usual for all the comments jare! Would have sent you a ‘Muua’ but those kids might be looking 🙂 Still, its thrown… 🙂
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Su’eddie, why do you write so beautifully? Actually, I meant, how on earth do you flow with words like this and touch my heart and leave me teary eyed?
This poem was deep. Well done!
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No way!! Nobody is going to make me blush!! No matter what!! Not even the delightful Moskeda! Mba, I refuse.
Okay, half cheek blush…red turn small…
🙂 Thanks Mos…thank you. That’s touching. *dab dab
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