Category: Poetry and Prose

Insignificant

I know I am not special.
If I were,
I would have read a poem
that you wrote especially for me
on my birthday
because you are a poet
and a damn great one.

I know I am not special.
If I were,
I would have heard you ask me
“What can I do to make your loss feel
more bearable?”
because you do
have a compassionate heart.

I know I am not special.
If I were,
I would have seen
the action after hearing
“I am sorry.”
because action speaks
far louder than words.

I know I am not special
despite how many ‘I love you’s
and justifiable reasons.
I don’t buy it!
Because my heart
feels like an insignificant speck of dust
floating on the ultra unrealistic
social media platform.

Danger Response

when love pushed us under water
my fight-or-flight kicked in
I broke off your hand and fled

watching you drown
living doesn’t feel alive
right now

Weather Forecast

The clouds dangle to reach the plain
They borrow the wind’s might to whisper their intention
so the land turns over her barrenness to welcome the nourish rain

Photo by Cassa Bassa, Canberra, Australia

Mirror

When I looked into the mirror
I saw you in me
For the very first time in my life
I am in love with myself

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11 August 2020

A malnourished heart bled in broken melody
Would you still hear her devotion
A songbird choked on poison berries
Would you fight to nurse her back to health

I guess
most of us watched in horror
frozen in action
soon
became busy licking our own wounds

It is inevitable that
the heart stopped
the bird died

Thoughts on Old Photos XI

You won’t know the future by thinking, pondering or debating but responding to the calling of a wife and a mother and envisioning him respected at the city gate

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Agape

She searched love everywhere
But no matter how many catches
professed their love for her
she still felt
the hole in her heart
the passion unquenched
until she heard the voice above
and she understood
the meaning of love
then she was finally satisfied

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Photo by Wendy van Zyl on Pexels.com

Resting

You are remembered on earth here
where the land meets the sea
Your ashes and bones vibrated
by the waves battering the rocks
unending
and yet
you are begging for more
to remind you that
your life is ongoing
after its last breath
till the ocean erodes the land
You go under the water
and be free

Photos by Cassa Bassa, Waverly cemetery, Bondi beach, Sydney, Australia

Random

Six Sentence Story prompt – Random

Rain always brings me surprise
Autumn burns me with her splendid colours
No one comes into my life by chance
Devine appointment has its exact time and place
October 2010 you walked into me to escape the rain
Moments in life are never random