Osinachi A Richard, Nigeria
PoemFall of a Bread Fruit
As I watch a bread fruit fall,
I think of my friend answering his call:
How so ripen he stood in rigidity-
Clothed in youthful virility,
Only to wake in a season
And walk away from life's prison.
I bemoan the day of such sad news
That sealed the tongue of my muse,
And blinded my sense of reason
With my whole thought driven
Away by memorable years
I can only express in tears.
Forlorn hopes, faded with the dark clouds
Before the thundering grew loud
A cold easterly already spreads her wings,
Whistling as she sings;
A valedictory song to all
Within gaze, as bread fruits fall.
PoemFall of a Bread Fruit
As I watch a bread fruit fall,
I think of my friend answering his call:
How so ripen he stood in rigidity-
Clothed in youthful virility,
Only to wake in a season
And walk away from life's prison.
I bemoan the day of such sad news
That sealed the tongue of my muse,
And blinded my sense of reason
With my whole thought driven
Away by memorable years
I can only express in tears.
Forlorn hopes, faded with the dark clouds
Before the thundering grew loud
A cold easterly already spreads her wings,
Whistling as she sings;
A valedictory song to all
Within gaze, as bread fruits fall.
While watching a breadfruit fall the poet has began to think about all sorts of things.