Turnabout Poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
Turnabout
Have eyed dire a life packed with storms.
Wildly, money whisked in air-vast sums,
Pains my home with intense heart drums.
All but tears, my wife flooding alone.
To my kids, I’m of tramp-trash tone.
Love to light them ought to be shown.
To discard not my heart-dear ones,
Must stamp a stop to gambling runs,
Must exit out those gulping funs.
Life adrift I have dwelled, I burn.
To a life spring-solaced, I turn.
Sun-living with my home, I earn.
Your way in describing and composing words is very nice and to the point. Your great idea fits to the tittle and the meaning point. Nice poem.
Wow... Very good. That's all I have to say. Words cannot describe this poem.
Apoet Bangla (12/28/2009 11: 33: 00 PM) sun-living with my home, I earn. yes, this smart utterance we need every sphere of life today. it proves poetry is the man-made art. reality dominates the emotions but yet its aesthetical height is so tall perhaps touches the mysterious imaginative world of life-beyond. want your more writing so smart and so singular dear poet and remember always 'Sun lives with your Home, You earn'. Apoet Bangla-29/12/09
family must ones best thing to have..... more than the vices....
Sometimes we get carried away by little bit impulsive activities at the expense of some family responsibilities at times, but ultimately get back to our realization and amend the things for the better.The poem is a good reflection of realization and family devotion.Very nice.
wow.... that is all i can say! good poem... thamk you for sharing it with us! ! !
Life adrift I have dwelled, I burn. To a life spring-solaced, I turn. Sun-living with my home, I earn. ---- wonderful flow of poetic words here...just so lovely and full of emotions...Great piece!
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 12:16:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The use of constructive words reminds me of the prodigal son who understood his mistakes and the need to turn to good. Your poem is OK. keep it up