A lonely mind is an unruly land
Where chaos does not take a bow
A lonely mind is an infertile land
That falls fallow for a spruce plow
A lonely mind is a market of dodging ideas
A season of reasoning
A time of distillate
A lonely man is a madman
Observing a lucid period
In difficult period
A lonely man is an untamable storm
His heart is a prison of thoughts
His soul is possessed
In the depth of endless fantasy
Basit Olatunji
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About Ijagun Poetry Journal
Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.