Vain Embrace
The only time
this mountain
reaches the cloud
is when it rained.
They would,
like deprived lovers,
unite in a gleeful
embrace
their vain union
would last, and last;
blessed by the sprinkles
of rain
witnessed by greens
and beasts
and man
and who else cares
until the sun
emerges in his jealousy
chases the cloud faraway
and the mountain he torments
© Jude Ifeme
I live close to this mountain, quite a view. When it rained
the heat in it goes off in a bellow of fog. This is really scenic, then the sun
appears and it is all gone. So, I imagined what if they had thought and
feelings and intent?
Great poem and imagination. Perhaps I should start to take a closer look at my immediate environment. Thank Jude, I am inspired. Paul Uwadima
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot.
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