Circumvent Poem by Emmanuel Odum

Poundering hearts wont seize
for fear is crawling in
like feel of tender berley
on the morning dew.
mist of what to do
encompass my soul
the sound of dropping rain
on polished marble floor
spoke to me in tongues
that made my spirit light
the bridge will surely crack
in sight of slightest step
the humming of the wind
engage my deepest beign
no risk is worth the step
for life is more than tears.
my face tastes of salt
like malt in ageing cup.
The storm will surely stop
why stay on the roof top?
Axe with sharpened look
bears a tender feel.
In a garden of thorns,
a narrow lane be praised.
patience picks the race
its long, but circumvent.