Dawn sweep away the perils
That chided me in sleep
Praying and crying out, though nasal
My Saviour, He hears me weep
Turned on side, pillowing my fears
The stillness, so loud, envelops
Reminded of a hymn to repress the tears
Gathering courage, to never give up hope
The day is bursting through
And the remnants of night, they fade
Flee away you woe, perhaps one or two
For today we choose joy, and will not trade
Miss Shelly
I call her
For she’s spared these eyes
A humbling moment
I hope that I too
Will someday be a Miss Shelly
She’s clothed in dungarees, blonde hair in a messy bun
She cradles her wee one, who’s also matching her khaki jacket
Miss Shelly
Ever so protective
Very much the doting mother
She loves on her little one
And me? I watch
Till his eyes meet mine
Baby chuckles in delight
What a wonderful sight to behold
Ah Miss Shelly!
She’d do anything for him
She’d put herself last
Miss Shelly, go on and be blessed
And I can’t help but think
Of all the purest connections
My eyes have made
With the very young and innocent
I wish they’d remember
I wish that, this could someday make them smile
I wish they’d know, how for a few minutes
They had made a stranger’s day
He held her close and she lay her head on his chest. The silence competing with the tension, till the latter could no longer bear it. Counting three breaths, she mouthed, “Are you sure we’re not lost in ourselves?”
He held her close and she cuddled up to him, like a koala baby and its mother. In that moment, nothing could shift attention from a bond, formed over distance, over texts, over a forged, genuine love. A bond, now released to temperaments and the intricacies of the human connection
He held her close and they experienced a feeling so familiar, previously emanating in waves, now static. This was home, their home. This love had traveled and finally arrived at its final destination. Sunflowers had always been her favourite. Today in full fictitious bloom, they gave their approval. Joy has cometh
Tower of refuge
They say You are
But to get to You,
Is going to take some effort
Lord be my helper
As I find my way to You
Tower of restoration
I’ve heard You are
But I’m deceived,
By the people so few
Lord quench the lying voices
That stay manipulating my thoughts
Tower of Purpose
Stay right where You are
Because I’m not losing You this time
Be it bend or bump on the way
I’m coming to You Lord
Sometime between sunset and sunrise
Night of laments
So why do I see the stars?
For every mistake, a choice I made
Night so contoured
Why do I sense hope?
The haze, slowly fading into the horizon
Night, of…restoration
Certainly must be
Regrets are in the distant
Someday, worried one
You’ll find the light
Someday, wretched one
You’ll be on the other side
Through the swampy marsh
Over the land mines
Past the naysayers
Beyond any obstacle
Someday, somehow
You’ll rejoice, where the light resides
The best is yet to come
It wasn’t today
Nor was it yesterday
Perhaps, a morrow sooner
The best is yet to come
I tell myself every day
Someday, one day
The waiting time, shortening
The best is yet to come
Said gleefully, because…
Who knows, it may very well be
Right after this utterance
From what was a hushed night
We have now, morning
The silence remnants,
Still enveloping creek and corner
Soon it will have competition
When with sunrise, comes the bustle
And with the bustle, comes the hustle
The hustle, bringing forth a new chapter
The living are readying
To attack the day
Such zeal, such motivation
Pot scoops of such, invaluable
A brand new day
For the lonesome, the nurturers
For the caretakers, the peacemakers
Even more brilliant of a day, for a dreamer
There are so many eyes on me
So many stares, so many labels
There’s something about black
Black sunglasses
Boosted confidence?
Possibly
Black to go with everything?
Definitely
Protection from harmful sun rays?
Guaranteed
But none of these is the reason
For my copping of a pair
For as timeless as they may have made me out to be
There was something that I didn’t want the world to see
some fall in love
others love the idea of love
some thirst for water
others sip champagne in delight
poetry
i’ve fallen for you
you’re a scarf to smoothen out of place strands
you’re velvet to skin
cognac to the lost weeper
tea drank by the grassy bank
a sail to brave through strong winds and tides
pot of gold under the rainbow
a listener, comforter
nurse to the banes of my life
When the hours are long gone
And we ache in our bones
A place of rest, we find to repose
So we close our eyes, and curl our toes
And for some hours or more, our troubles subside
But in the middle of the night, we awaken wide
And are reminded once again of our pending perils
Wishing we could sleep forever, take some sleeping pills
To forget all our worries and put them on hold
But it continues years and years, till we are frail and old
Realizing then, the fallacies on TV we’ve been sold
Only maybe, we’d be closer to a forever sleep
Shutting our eyes, one final time, with all our uncertainties buried away deep.
Elsie
Dawn breaks, ready to muck out night’s muddle
Soon the birds shall welcome the sunrise
Prayers as calm winds, roam the city
As whispers of supplication, chime in chorus.
Some, after a long night’s booze
Have barely made it to bed for a snooze
While vernal cohorts, engage in tittle-tattle
Their phone backlights, illuminating a global map.
Others with hardened hearts lie vexed
Whiling away time, with thoughts of contempt
Not to forget the creative owls
Pooling in inspiration from the ebony aura
Soon the sun shall rise, to usher in the day
And gone with the night, its thrilling bustle
See every Tom, Dick and Harry wake
In whatever manner they do.
Grumpy or thankful
Refreshed or still jaded.
The blush of dawn knocks at our windows
Pleading that we don’t disturb the morning.
The words we fear hearing,
Rejection pierces the heart
And then for a moment we’re abeyant
In shock,
Everything in a slow revolve,
Standing,
But falling, really,
Like petals to the ground.
Perpetuity and pain, it’s worse.
A pain that constantly grapples,
Eyes that go blank, legs that wobble
Shaky hands, a mind focused on one word,
No, No, and more ‘No’s. It echoes
A reminder that,
We fell,
Just like petals to the ground.
But with time, we triumphed
Channeling distress into positivity
No longer were we petals to the ground,
No longer were we frozen in time.
And the mind? It was a haven of restored purpose.
Like petals to the ground we fell,
Now we bloom, and sway with the wind.
Reassured,
That it is well.
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