Agave

It might deceive.
Or like a cruel

window, live its life
unopened, offering

a view yet reserving the taste
for another’s tongue,

ignoring even the wind.
The roots, as always, look down.

Robert Okaji

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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.
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1 Response to Agave

  1. edgarone2's avatar edgarone2 says:

    “The roots, as always, look down.”
    the strong is often humble.

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