Breath of Contemplation
Like the breath of serenity not ruffling still waters,
Nor fire bolts leaping cloud to cloud ignited by thunder,
Contemplation reclines in unexplored spaces
To drink in the sweet nectar of seclusion
Or revisit the rhythm of the undiscovered heart
In gauzy watercolors come into focus
As solitude bonds with eternity – no plagiarism of reflection -
When destiny reaches out to climax with reality in soft a-ha’s
As the gypsy vagabond, sovereign of unclaimed space,
Simple hermit of the unentitled spirit,
First lays a velvet touch upon an unnamed star
Separating layers of scratchy sackcloth in the penitent soul,
Musings pulling magic from the unexplored womb,
Unfettered songs in melodies like softly falling sacred snow
To save remnants of old revelations -a cloak of many colors –
For bits and unidentified glimpses snatched by the soul and Spirit
Beyond unchained chaos in conversations with the divine mind,
Across the cavern of conscience a new universe to plant a celestial flag
That radiates warm invitations to ponder the dusky surface depths
Then return in the fragrance, exotic allure, of unveiled reveries.
Categories:
unentitled, introspection, life, perspective,
Form: Free verse
We live here and now
Everything before
And in other places
Is past,
Mostly forgotten.
The first casualty of independence
Is freedom.
Our rights are hatred. Grief.
The old Lie: planted in this country
Like a flag.
Empty promises
of prosperity
Numb us to truth.
It pleases us
To stand in silence,
Staring at the blind sun.
Wordless.
Freedom
Is narrowed down
To a long sigh
Of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
Of the heart yearning in secrecy.
Solitude.
We discovered
Freedom is merely an eclipsed moon,
A speck of light,
That appears in the face of the dark sky
And then is seen no more.
It is a tale
Told by an African slave,
Full of hope and bitterness,
Deluded by dreams.
Unentitled.
Categories:
unentitled, africa, betrayal, destiny, dream,
Form: Free verse
inexhaustible days and nights
always solitary
forever despondent
incessantly wretched
countless years have passed
nothing changes
older but no wiser
still making mistakes
taking missteps
confused, baffled, sometimes bamboozled
has smiled, laughed and pretended
to be all right
no one looks real close
no one sees that she is
continually fighting back the tears
never knowing why, but always constant
relentless unwavering sorrow
Categories:
unentitled, depression, lonely, pain, sad,
Form: Free verse