Courage
Let our misfortune be a
runing water!
Our courage borrow
a lava from the wild
Volcano even though
some of our rivers are destined to flow
after we have gone.
We made life precious
we can also turn death
into diamonds, if only
we can let our soul be
a wind far from the eyes
of men.
This humble poem of yours, somehow, has the ability to instill a rather subtle thoughtfulness in a reader. Keep writing.
Reminds me of blood diamonds, the water used in the mining, by those forced into the mining; the source of diamonds bought to the surface by past lava flows from volcanoes. Rivers flowing in generations blood forced into mining, once precious life born in love, now harvested in deaths controlling an African diamond trade. This image applies to many resources fought over on the African continent and souls like the wind are free 'far from the eyes of men'. Just one reading, nice images Enyinwa.
If we can let our soul be a wind far from the eyes of men - something to think about, thank you.
Poignant philosophical piece set aside for sober reflection. Nice thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing.
A compelling and courage filled composition!
Fight is like lava, soul is like the wind, the ideas are rivers and death is like a diamond, when you are courageous-well expressed poem-thank you..
beautiful metaphor for deriving courage from the forces of Mother Nature
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think the way you write your poems is amazing and the words you use well done keep it up