Poem by Thompson Itedjere Emate
It’s a bus, It journeys from twilight to dawn, It has a fleeting stop. It’s a road, It stretches into an endless mile, We travel until our final stop. It’s a symphony, It’s tune and melody change, We dance to the changing rhythm. It’s a tale, From ancient times to the modern era, The sages still look into its book. It’s the elements, They converge and diverge, Unchanged and unaltered. It’s the wind, It carries along the dead and the lost, They’re taken to the beyond. It’s the sea, It’s depth is bewildering, The unseen dwells in its chambers. It’s our offspring, Transformed by nature and nurture, Tomorrow shows the outcome.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. His poems can be seen in Poetry Potion, Poetry Soup, Visual Verse, Writer Space Africa magazine, and ScribesMICRO. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.
