Poem 8 Hour 8 Awaken

My brain is squishy. Words aren’t coming to me. I’ve lost my talent. I feel abandoned and the empty feeling only grows. Where are you, my muse? I call out again and again until my voice is hoarse. Come home and awaken my soul.

The Passing of Time

Time is passing can you feel how quickly it moves? It’s going by so fast it’s like a whirlwind that never stops the days are almost running into one another like a train wreck ready to happen.   Time has no favorites it doesn’t care…

Hour 5 Visual Prompt: Reclamation in an Inverted Key

At first it looked abandoned Perhaps for a long time The ivy reclaiming its space Up the eastern wall Clinging to weathered wood Vines listening to the echoes Of pots, arguments and baths In human residue.   The window is a mirage…   …where the…

Wondering Woman

Wonder Woman, I wonder why You fly that plane up in the sky It’s invisible but not you Unless you make yourself sky blue The more you know, the more confused You find yourself not so amused

i wonder sometimes – Half Marathon Poem #7

i wonder sometimes if there is that one True Love for each of us, the one person that is perfect and right, if i should devote myself to that search, and if so, how on earth would I know them? no, i think, on the…

2022 #8 – Known

To be known… Living life as no one. So lonely… To die as a nobody. A prisoner of mistakes. Mistakes long lost. Never to be remembered. Claimed by no one. Visited by many. Known only as Unknown…

7. THE BENCH

Many a persons had sat on that bench: The hungry on it did eat. The homeless on it had slept. The lovers on the back a heart did draw. The dog touched it with its paw. The tired on it did rest. Warriors from there…

Hour Seven: Shrunken Head

Hour Seven: Shrunken Head It had belonged to a man, a warrior in the Andes who met his end among the headhunter tribes who lived there then. They sewed his eyes shut, closed his mouth with wooden splints, soaked his head in an herbal concoction…

Confidence is a dress that always fits (Hour 7)

Lagos traffic at close of business does a thing or two to you then it leaves you grumpy and tired Your body feels heavy but at the same time, you can’t feel a thing You stare at your reflection in the mirror as you strip…