My Acme Flower Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The acme flower pierces my thoughts
With raping fragrance and patent hue
It bloom’ of unquiet splendor
As dance rhythm whispers, silent tempos
The mild sun its pride nurtures
With breeze soft caressing vein it
Of razing weariness, of God own riches

Just then
Strolls in selfishness masked in desires whispering
Clouds may unhide sun
Trees uncovering tempest
Turning acme flower yours shrivel
Leaving withered, dried, gone
Cut of earth beauty
Making yours endlessly

So I, listener, traveler’ of desire conform
In gently touch seeing root beloved flower
Journey through night, happy of latest possession
With acme flower sharing blankets

So come’ usual morning with sneaking sun
Piercing curtain, piercing dreams
That rays through, of give
Corpse acme flower mine
Sick perhaps it be, with scent lost
And hue weakened
Held heart mine, as felt failing pulse it
Pray God bestowal, to restore sickened
But gone my acme flower, gone beyond shores mine
Shriveled in my nurturing shed

In this grave lain, by my sight my acme flower
With beauty, death unswept from memories
With regrets arched with lesson
For suffocate acme flower mine excess affection
So treasures earth, treasures ours
When knowing form love can be walk away
When knowing that put shall keep
When letting gently nurtures be
And mild in deeds all
For else, acme flower yours in grave