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No Canto

Nana Nyarko Boateng

Inks stuff dormant cages,
muffled pieces lie about in globes
brittle images pilot
fallen wings of rhythm
smells are mortified, feel denied
stanzas turn in
stretched and disowned
lexis detained. In a spar.
Senses bleed for clout
I lean and loiter
till
Poetry
comes again.

Nana Nyarko Boateng

well well

now are u talking about a woman or some women?
hmmmm good hmmmm.

  • By adwoa agyeiwaa ... at 06/15/2009 - 13:18
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What's the theme for "No Canto"?

mind boggling and a teaser but quite poetic.Nana your poem is quite interesting but I failed to extract the theme out of it!!!

Adjei Agyei-Baah
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  • By Anonymous at 09/20/2008 - 14:31
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Hmmmm... theme???

Hi Adjei, I say, what ever it makes you feel or imagine is "your theme" what I was writing about matters little. Give it another reading and lets see what happens.

Cheers!
Nana.

  • By Anonymous at 05/31/2009 - 12:31
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