| |
The Loud Cloud
The Loud Cloud
The cloud is so proud and
loud this afternoon...
do not mind the coward,
she will cow very soon.
The twilight cloud has got
a ploy to paint the moon,
oh watch her drift away as
the whirlwind croons!
Doubters like fraudsters
speculates on shadows
dancings to the sweet
songs of pilgrim sparrows,
you know no rain but you
cleverly craft a rainbow
while you drown in a
daylight dream on your
pillow
Silence to you is not
suspence but pure pretence
you heart is immersed in
impregnable impatience.
In the room, you are a rose
ripped of her radiance
why show up in the field,
feigning fine fragrance?
(c) October 2012
Adeleke Adeite
|