In the ash-coloured dawn, Ihave stared at the sequence of
petals, their ring.
To discover what will stand
erect as a tree trunk or lie flat
as the horizon.
The crimson-cheeked flowerpossessed little knowledge of it.
I have gazed at the long road,its endless hours rolled into
A hope for something Icould hold up to the
I have stood by the roadside,no sparrows
awaited the hatching of the blue-yellow-reddish
Until my investigation
turned the gloved hand
inward.I dipped into me,
touched something equidistantbetween the heart and the mind.
Something that could stand upright.
It was coloured
red by blood but absolutelystainless. So, I knew I
could never find the shape of my tomorrow,
waitng by the roadside, gazing up at thestars reading meaning into
Agholor Leonard Obiaderi lives in Nigeria. He loves poetry and crime novels though he has no criminal friends. He has been featured as poet of the week in Poetry Super-Highway and Wild Violet Literary Magazine. His poems have been published in Storm Cycle Anthology of Kindofahurricane Press.