My Striving After Wind Poem by Godspower Oshodin
My Striving After Wind
My eyes in look at empty spaces
I’m so close, but on futile traces
The dim of materialism is light to me
The flames of wealth are cool to thee.
I drew dreams dramatically,
Relaxing on pleasures emphatically
Yet, I call for a life worthwhile
It’s a quest quaking futile.
I’m insatiable, this life on throne
My sacred life is stiffening like stone.
In sacred mission I refuse
Only to the peak of wealth I transfuse.
I sense this long journey cut short
I’m revoking the ways of my thought.
Today I give closely this poetic hind
I agitate my striving after wind.
A great piece of writing within this poem, its dramatic flow keeps a reader on edge but is let down softly onto the ground by its calm, and thoughtful ending - Just like a storm? ? hahaha Enjoyed this one intently, Mel xxx
Nicely done Oshodin...........for every storm that comes to our life we must take a strive to recover and stand in our ways.....loved it. Cate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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