Tearstained eyes don’t cry any more. Cold numbness sets in, heavy heart weighs down a tired aching soul. Age doesn’t matter; the burden of sadness puts more years on than actual trips around the sun. One day to the next is unpredictable, steady resolve sometimes…
Tag: #2021poetrymarathon
Hour 10: Matunda ya kwanza (First Fruits)
Seven nights of family and community Celebrating Singing Dancing Making music Storytelling Sharing meals Nguzo Saba Seven candles, seven symbols of values, Reflecting culture, building community Black for Unity despite diaspora, bonded in blood spilled and yet flowing, washed in the water we…
Art – Hour Eleven
A splash on the canvas of yellow and green A leaf or a flower or some evergreen A sign of the springtime or maybe of Fall Or maybe not any of the seasons at all From the side, could it be a goldfish in a…
prompt #11: use specific words
At the storefront The old man sat with feet propped up gumboots scuffed through the black rubber In his twisted fingers he held a needle plying it through a patch spread over a torn net. Overhead, a cloud pregnant with rain thickened against the backdrop…
Mountain Sunset – Hour Ten
The sun set over the mountain range Its beauty shone brightly atop the snow Could this be a sign of seasonal change – This deeply mesmerizing glow Its beauty shone brightly atop the snow A bright ball of light midst a chilly façade This deeply…
Holiday in December -Poem 10
Holiday in December -Poem 10 I am originally from Nigeria Born in the UK to Nigerian Parents Who met in London in 1960. I am married to a Nigerian But I am British born with Dual Nationality We went to Nigeria for Xmas…
Black and blue #imageprompt #thepoetrymarathon #prompthourten
You took away the bright colours that day when you left, along with rest and ease slyly while I slept. So my nights are black and blue and grey, loads of grey that even moonlight wears a long black veil. Black and blue And black…
Moody
Storm clouds fill my mind, anger smolders, barely checked, thoughts reigned, nothing’s right.
Lost Paradise
the sun the stars the mountains the beasts the sea the souls the babies the bodies For skies’ crime For fires’ lines The dawn never comes back The vow never changes With no doubt I was born to die in cruelty
Girl and Puppy – Hour Nine
Soft and cuddly, warm and sweet The nicest puppy you’ll ever meet With big black ears and a wet cherry nose She follows my daughter wherever she goes She cuddles and licks with the greatest of ease She wags her long tail as big as…