Torn By Storm Poem by Celestine Ikwuamaesi

Sudden storm at the turn of noon;
tender twig snaps down rustling stream.
The vine sees it ripple to sea,
stares at love, yearns for sweeter hug.

Soon a blast echoes in the clouds,
rallies a long-awaited lift
beyond the blue to saner climes,
bright as seven suns. In a whiff, .
all is whisked out of swirling scum.

At the concourse they meet, landing
from flight and nestle in the vine;
sound resonates- blending scented
incense with tuneful praise encore.

In him life's one, none ever lost;
even a pin dropped in wide deep
sea will yet rise at trumpet's call—
then will joy jeer at parting tears—
at last, the lost twig hugs the vine.

Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
(28 May,2019)