Poem: Like The Cactus
I want to breathe like the Cactus; I want to stay unfazed knowing though I may be the only green in a thousand miles. Pulp on the inside spikes on the outside; I want to be unaffected by frown or applause; Cast little care for judgments or day-brings But live like death is on a long, long sabbatical. I want to make music out of wind-howls; Sit tight on shifting sands Refuse to hide or beg the sun. And when there is rain again I want to glance at that modicum of hope And not hold on to its flitting joy. ©Elo Jude Ifeme Subscribe to POETICALLY SPOKEN by Email Get the My Triond Articles widget and many other great free widgets at Widgetbox ! Not seeing a widget? ( More info )