Anonymous Heroes - Poem by Cash Onadele
Despite my state of mind, sometimes I think of the wonders of nature,
How it settles the terrible pains I bear in my sides,
Dyes of the clouds, across the dome; color shades and depth unimagined,
Its awesome reassurance, when the gentle breeze of wind greets,
The coolness of the shades, where there clusters of trees; show their barks.
Watching the glorious sky on duty, I am adrift from my troubled soul,
Macabre tales of war and plague in the place of love relationships,
But the sun fell plumb in the middle of the puddle, smiling ear to ear,
The garnish of sap of fruits, harbingers of suddenness, arrived unannounced,
How disappointing sometimes, when you bite its rotten best.
On the other side you find the spectacle of the laudable moon,
Decked with regal, gregarious, exaggerated brightness of the stars in dark night,
Next, I noticed, the accented salutation of luscious Morning Glory, dancers of water surface,
Interrupted by the evening warbles and yodeling of the frogs in spawn-full ponds,
Even when I know my baby girl is dressed and walking out of the door.
What do you do, when she wants to find another lover?
Yet the river bed kisses the earth crust, strange bed fellows,
Voice of the yellow leaves, snaps of their discolorations,
I am pulling out my hair, but the Nightingales echoes, “let her go! ”
But the whistles of the swathing low reach leaves on swaying branches, tell me; “stand”.
The disturbing creaks of critters get louder, “she must decide in freedom”,
I am alarmed, but resolved, in her trail sober gladness, “at least she is happy”
Fervent heat of the overhead sun is unkind, like drips of honey; tears beaded my pummeled cheeks,
Pecks of the scented pink rose flowers, juggles my memory of her quavering kisses,
Solemnness of death in the valleys, bring back the reality, “she is gone! ”.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
“Jilted lover, drenched his sorrows; overwhelmed but amazingly, lives with it openly in nature”
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