Once Upon A Rhyme - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 73: ONCE UPON A RHYME

What if I read you a story titled 'once upon a rhyme'?

Will you smile

As I run from line to line

Connecting dots

Connecting us?

What if I sing you a song titled 'once upon a rhyme'?

Will you kick off your shoes

And jiggle your hips

To the lyrics of my lips

Like you're high on booze?

What if along the tale

You realized

That it was your life

Spelt out on every line:

Would you still smile

At the sound of every rhyme

And pray the story reaches no climax?

What if as I sing this song

You realize as my tongue

Brush through every word

Every note, every chord

That it's about secrets

You're hiding from the world;

Would you stare at the sound waves

Of my voice and wonder

How bare the pages

Of your secrets wandered

Into a piece of poetry?

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