Jacob Nambe


A Sparrow's Dailema - Poem by Jacob Nambe

If my state of mind were to be reflected on skin,
Blood would be the ink I'd use
As am choked to a point beyond which words loose meaning.
My strength lies in my imagination of a place nature calls home, and my present dare not dwell..

Whatever happened to good mornings and beautiful bright days..?
Oh yes, they are but wishes;
Wishes so great I can't afford to give nor take as i may curse in the end.

Scorn on the most familiar faces, or is that my reflection..?
Rejection from the hands that gave life; to this, everest an ant hill..

Bitterness so profound am afraid nature would not swallow..
What then is my fate, if nature spits out and the birds spurn..?

Silent flowing waters through my soul
Gently, slowly taking all bile with its flow
That in a thousand years, when clean though cold;

Into the arms of life will I speed
Far from this present, sweetness is all there would be
Home at last, where all is at peace and green..

Smiling, though unfamiliar faces
Content, waking to the dance of daizies
Good morning to all will I say
For it will be indeed, a beautiful bright day...!

Topic(s) of this poem: reflections

Form: Ballad


Comments about A Sparrow's Dailema by Jacob Nambe

  • Shakil Ahmed (11/29/2015 9:07:00 AM)


    Silent flowing waters through my soul
    Gently, slowly taking all bile with its flow
    That in a thousand years, when clean though cold;
    Beautiful poetic lines expressing your deep thought, thanks for sharing.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 29, 2015



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