born lacking of a physique for speed
sloth looking
agreed to a race with
a born to run anxious jumpy stick
winning the race was
not by luck
nor by strategy
purely by being one’s self
failure is not guaranteed
to realise that is
an identity affirmation
success is not guaranteed
to accept that is
an achievement in itself
an empty plastic bag
danced in the wind
Fouetté, Grand Jeté, Plié
took a bow
blown away
hung on the tip of a mast
sailed towards sunset horizon
with a distended belly
rolled away
whiplashed by ocean waves
deflated under the
anaemic moon
drifted off
Earnest
Reading
Of
Tantalising
Imagination
Creates
Arousal
green bubbles
beat down to cover
the arid ground
infuse the desert
with the scent of
cinnamon
the crown of
an african queen
admirable in distance
poisonous to the touch
(Pic from succulentsandmore.com)
every morning
you are my first thought
to guide my eyes open
your aromour is like
the genie
twirling out of the bottle
to fulfil my wishes
I get my hopes up
throughout the day
just like
most of the modern medicines
camouflage the symptoms
but cure nothing
I am hyped up
to watch myself
crashing in the margin of
a rollercoaster ride
To our Baby Danielle on 6th September 2015
Surprisingly you came and surprisingly you went.
We didn’t get to meet you in the sunlight.
It’s comforting to know
our Heavenly Father keeps you
close to Himself as a gift which
He freely gives and freely takes away.
We love you Baby Danielle!
You are always safe in the palm of His hand.
I’ve been nominated for a Liebster by Dono 😉 The V Pub Thank you for the nomination. I appreciate it.
The Rules:
11 Facts about me:
And now, the questions posed to me….
The nominees for this round are:
Would you remember
I once was the wren
sang by your window sill
to cheer you up
in those depressive
teenager years
Would you remember
I once was the misty rain
so effortlessly blanketed your face
in your early morning strolls
Would you remember
I once was your go-to place
took in all your sadness and insecurity
in your alone nights
Would you remember
woukd you remember
I once existed
in your life
as sweet as the incense fragrance
as brief as the brushing wind
as faithful as the knight
Would you remember
They are bloggers
tapping their life on two screens
from the initial collision
progressing to sleep deprived nights
filled with wonders and laughter
The courtship
fueled them with creativity
Great art works
splashed on a starlight canvas
with primal hues and mystic tones
sprayed with rusted shades
perfected with mastery final tints
When the exhausion set in
they lamented in clarinet and cello duet
until the sun came up on a new day
to conclude the burial
Greif lingered like autumn rain
until the sun peeked out to
strike a rainbow over the sky
sending out a sumliminal message of hope
Their love affair made them
painters and musicians
but foremost Poets
I am one of those people
who spends hours on cloud watching
as if heaven is the storyteller
with dramatic illustration to its
enchanted audience
Aladdin sits on the flying carpet
cascading down the marble stairwells
The clown holds up coloured cotton candies
to the ferris wheel
Jelly fish swim towards
the horizon at sun set
Hot air balloons cruise above
the evening African safari
kites lost in the crushed dandelions
I am lost in a coma of visual fatigue
Flicker of Thoughts 