Subbing in America through Haiku: Hour 1 (prompt: swimming)
* Trigger warning *
blue invitation
best friends for life she tells her
both swimming in red
Soaked
Lashing down, round hard droplets
Searing, biting cold
Streak from the skies
Into half closed eyes
And soak me head to toe
Beating down, icy pebbles
Bludgeoning my brow
Each step is done
To the sound of drums
On the roadside and my forehead
My clothes have become an ocean
My filled boots become a sea
This weather is
Starting to take the piss
Its reaching biblical proportions
When rivers burst their banks
When roads get closed
Wreckage is strewn
From this northern monsoon
I can only think one thing…
Summer in Scotland Sucks!
Morning Silence
It floats through the balcony doors
Makes the curtains dance
As light poors in
How long have we lived
A song we never
Sing
New to this
I am not a poet of words. I am a photographer so my poetry is in my images. I am also a teacher so poetry is in my lessons and my connections.
I need a challenge today and this popped up on my FB feed so here I am ready to merge my worlds.
Getting Started
I always struggle getting started
but some say that’s what art is
The way I try to get it done
Is not always whimsical, or fun
In fact some find me quite quizzical
Taking far to long to start
I’m definitely the turtle here,
With a flare for napping like the hare.
Last year you knew a different name, though I promise they’re not the same,
I’m still me and I’m still here. I’m still writing, never fear.
Introduction
Chuks Oluigbo, journalist and editor, lives in Lagos, Nigeria.
Water Hour 1- 2022
In the early morning hour
Darkness and silence
Settle on the world
I worship water
Soothing, sparkling
Coaxing me into awareness.
The giver of life
The sacred Wai
Tumbling gently
Over my tired, sore body
A daily christening
Resource of angels
Slowly flows down the drain