Gallery of Sad Silhouettes We are translucent before the sun Our bodies dance in resilient cloth of late hours, beasts, men and kids encapsulate sober color of darkness in their fleshes. We are one with the sun when it...
Gallery of Sad Silhouettes
We are translucent before the sun
Our bodies dance in resilient cloth of late hours,
beasts, men and kids
encapsulate sober color of darkness in their fleshes.
We are one with the sun
when it walks away from the sky
like weary farmers do from unyielding earth,
and in the goodness of the sinking sun
visits our bitterness like the busy buzzing of bees.
What we closed
opens when the day closes
and we all work the golden hour with amber colors,
the anxiety of a father of four falls back to him,
worries of a boy child war his heart�
vulnerability of the girl child volumes up
and a single mother of five
sings her melancholic stanzas with handful of tears
twilight is the laboratory of sadness and grief as
the earth is a beautiful gallery of sad silhouettes
where every silhouette walks under a fragile mask of smile
until the golden hour
when we become translucent before the eyes of God.
Godwin Oyewole lives and studies in Nigeria. He is a teen-poet that has keen interest in advocating the course of the homeless and the less privileged. He schools in The University of Ibadan, Nigeria.
