I am a lighthouse-in search of darknessto obliterate-in search of shipsto seek direction the ocean laughs hystericallywaves slap my idle limbsmy forlorn face stares at the MoonIt dodges my wistful glanceand seeks the Sun I wonder if ships are anchoredto a safe harbour...Do I need to start walkingand find the sky that shelters them? only … Continue reading Vanity – a thing of the past
I can’t get rid of the stench-my fingers hit a rotten layerwhile peeling a healthy onion it’s not easyto extricate the layerfrom othersabove and below they connect with contextoverlapping storiesheld together with beliefand loyaltyto present a pretty shape I wish I hadn’t venturedto peel you layer by layerin hope of finding a corea common abodefor … Continue reading Stench
It’s time to review a decade. All that is valued is packed away in boxes. Whatever is discarded speaks volumes about wrong decisions, wasteful expenditure, whims and fancies and phases of life relegated bins. I think about memories I’d like to take, and numbers I will delete. My relationships stare back at me, demanding answers … Continue reading Forward and backward
I wake up with a feeling of uneasenot sure what my dreams are telling me dreams tell, but do not explain -appearanceof shadows from the known and unknown shadows of whatever touched me, or walked pastpast - indelible, imperceptible marks wounds that don't hurt, but flare up in the darkwrite scenarios not happened, but do … Continue reading What do dreams tell you?
DEATH Image: Closed Geometry by Maria Berrio a woman lies dead hereoblivious of rocks making facesnot knowing what storieswill be inscribed about her lifeor her existence forgottenas inconsequentialtoo shameful to be acknowledgedor a gem to be concealedso that it does not overshadowachievements of thosewho see themselvesas entitled ownersor gatekeepersof greatness NEIGHBOURHOOD Art by Eugene Delacroix … Continue reading Views
holding warm sunraysby their long, slender fingerswe spend wistful dayspining for Moon together-luxury of idleness we try to catch cloudsby their speeding, woolly tailseach of us possessunique strengths; we co-existon land, water - long for sky Tanka Tuesday - Ekphrastic Quadrille at dVerse
call itchange-a-cationI don’t likecomatose statesdoing nothing just that empty spaceto design actionthat makes me happynot to earn a livingbutearn a life or maybe a state of hyggebeing alonein a large villaor small roomin my companyand have those conversationslong postponed getting re-acquaintedwith starting pointsjourneysdestinations-discarding toxic residueof life Is this whyit is calleda vacation? Poetics at dVerse … Continue reading Change-a-cation
“Beauty is a flavour or fragrance that keeps everyone around fresh.” “Don’t delude yourself, for Beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror. What happens when the same person acts arrogant or misbehaves? Do we give them the licence to do so?” “Beauty is incomplete, if it does not transcend from the physical to spiritual, … Continue reading Beauty
I wonder what is compressed, in this tiny rockholding history of time, stories of decadespacked with static energy; threatens to convertkinetic force will combat, all that obstructs it MTB: Rocking the Imayo
souls stuck on the wrong sideof the time machinestruggle and writhe in painnot knowing why they don’t belongwhy are they punishedfor just being themselves I am the conceptI am the scriptI am the beginning and endto make people understandvalue is derivedonly from context everything elseis created by godscaught in bad moods-arcs meant to fit innon-existent … Continue reading Anachronism
