Linden: Age of Innocence

Linden: Age of Innocence

copyright 2011 K. Omodele

Gentle breeze hoists clouds, lifts away a storm

Parakeets chat harmonize innocence

Boats glide lazily 'pon a black river stream

Sun-molten, tar road winds thru innocence

Trains haulin' bauxite ricket up a storm

Three times each day a horn bellows a stream

Now time's rolled by like that black river stream

did glide. Life's a bowed coconut tree in storm

which snap-whips all semblance of innocence.

copyright 2011 K. Omodele

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Time steals youth like waves thief the soil
and mushes it to slushy silt
Visions once strong as oxen gait
fade like leaves on autumn trees wilt.

Time’s a crude fire; smelts love from a heart
fond moments from minds like copper from bronze
extracting core Truth from precious al-loys
some rivers turn streams, some oceans turn ponds

Time is...water carried in a wicker basket absent-mindedly handled as if the vessel would miraculously retain the inevitable...

Copyright 2010 K. Omodele

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