My life is like the harmattan’s mist
That crusts and dries all layers touched
While blocking sight beyond the here
But hanging untouchable to fill the void
My life is like the coiled spring
Energy brims through its bends and loop
Yet held in place by a force greater
Still watching, waiting for time to pounce
My life is like the gelded horse
Elegantly standing to spite its shame
Lurking within it is fire unbridled
Culled, strong, patiently waiting
My Life is like the Ocean’s sand
Slapped irreverently by the boisterous waves
Sometimes dragged along with it to sea
Never knowing that moment till it comes
My life is like the Arctic’s Ice
Laying frozen and contemplating time
Till a nuisance heat defies it
And steals away its brittle repose
My life is like the lawn grass
Planted and nurtured to fan fat and proud
And when in time it erectly flourishes
It’s mown and told its bound – its limited reach
WOW!
I wanted to copy and paste my favorite stanza but then the next stanza was even more better and the next and the next and I couldn’t chose one.
My life is like the lines you wrote
carefully, peacefully, you laid it all down
with no restrains, you brought and spoke life to mere words…
Thank you for bringing poetry back to my life @omoniyi-adeshola You were missed!
@OMONIYI-ADESHOLA. Oh my thats a lovely piece well written. Thanks for writing this.