image from Google
Image from Google
The GUAVA-TREE at my frontispiece
Initially was intensely sturdy
Maturated
Full-blown
And dead:
Now sawed
With a sanguine chainsaw.
Its browned leaves
Playfully hovering amongst the windy wind.
Dead leaves beneath my feet,
Squashed with a regard plaintive melody repeat.
The squashed dead leaves of my heart
Reminisce the lost and bygone dreams
Hushed in the shadow of relic grit.
Beyond a shadow of a doubt;
Life is like a pinch of earless silk of corn
Or Like that of a dead guava-tree
Sawed with a sanguine chainsaw.
image from Google
image from Google
Written & Edited by: 
@martinstomisin
Martins Tomisin Olusola
31/10/2018
Also published here:
https://duanespoetree.blogspot.com/2018/10/martins-tomisin-writes.html
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In a nutshell, this is a threnody poem — a poem of lamentation or dirge ...
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