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They say to me:
“Nne come and greet me.”
Virile men they are, they wish to prove
that virility.
I am earthenware
balanced on braided hair with care
so sought after when first molded
with
potters skillful kneading fingers,
an artwork catching eye,
first to be pointed at on a market day
abandoned when cracked and broken,
my contents spilling over.
(Excerpted from “Without a Name” a collection of poems by Val K, coming soon.)
Val K is a poet, and a nature lover. A collection of his poems "Without a Name" will soon be published by AuthorHouse, U.S.A. For personal contact, send mails to: leviathandepthsreturns@yahoo.com
Val K is a poet and a nature lover.
