For in menace this abode resides,I have been pulled under once or twiceAs the tide rises. Maybe more or not,For I have lost count. I am above the waters, I like to think,An inch or two, you would find my chin.I sway in uncertain rhythm,As I paddle my limbs and hope not for the waves. … Continue reading On Days Like this…
Category: poetry
That Candle In Your Soul.
You hover in the shadow Of your uncertainties, A portrait of perfection Smeared in pain; No flicker igniting within Yet, A candle lives, Lives in every soul. Delicate yet ravenous, Incandescently burning, Traveling through obscurity Erupting into the beauty Of the galaxy. That candle in your soul. Let's ignite lives With addictive hope; Giving life … Continue reading That Candle In Your Soul.
Believe.
I believe in ovaries; childbirth, The war that births someone that never was. I believe in movements, baby steps, The beginning of an unstoppable giant thud. I believe in a bare field, the hope of a plantation. I believe in fire, blazing,priming,separating and strengthening; The beauty of glass, The mystery of gold. I believe in … Continue reading Believe.
Earth: My Favorite Author.
My best authors are those who write in circles. Where Goodbyes are Hellos And there's never an end to the beginning. Today, As Deserts whisper with tales of seas they once held, I see mountains; A one time proclaimed lava Boasting of precious days. It is then I declare, For real this time, The Earth … Continue reading Earth: My Favorite Author.
Dear Old Hope
I was safe in the embrace of fear I thought, As pines pricked and slimy branches choked Spilling blood for remission, Distorted salvation! In the mist of illusion, a known pain is better than an unknown. But you see Hope; The match of faith just wouldn't stay still, With one yea, it lits! Engulfed in … Continue reading Dear Old Hope
Gossip’s Lantern.
Flip! Flop!! Grandma's rhythm, An angry doorbell screaming; Callers of patience running scarce. Aunt Freda; Gossip's lantern, Everything is hers to chew. She steps in with a bag full of news, Are they true? Can you prove? Try if you may, to a naught would be your end, The best place to be Is out … Continue reading Gossip’s Lantern.
Parable!
Parable! Parable! Sow on fertile it says, But Desert I see. Can I say more? Can I harvest here? Quick sand! Quick sand! Dynamite?Who cares! I do sometimes no pretence, But listen child, even in an arid Desert Oasis exist. ©LifeasChristy . . "I always search for the Hope in seemingly Hopeless situations however hard, … Continue reading Parable!
Silence
Silence kills? Kills the negative I would say. Flip the rug and let them in, Intense as it may be. Breathe in;Leave it You would live after it I promise. Counter-clockwise? Why does West sway When North breathes East I asked Pressure I would say, We connect by a thread. So, keep in check the … Continue reading Silence
To Father.
When life's pendulum lingers near With it's churning waves rattling my sail, It's thorn and edges Scaring my view, When my compass fail And I lose sight of the shore. Show me thy star, Be my guide. When my sun loses heat And photosynthesis deems me unfit, When my eyes grow dim And I lose … Continue reading To Father.
Where I come from
I am from that part of Africa where ancestors come back from time to time, Where children may be parents and parents parents parent; Where Iyabo's, Tatyum's, Kayum's, Nnanna's and Enem's reign. Sometimes they come bearing their names so they are never forgotten, like Onma, my Mother's Mother. Gender is not a thing; my sister … Continue reading Where I come from
Becoming a Be
A daily grind, a daily push Go lower, shovel in, twist and turn Hurry up, the seasons turn Dress up, feign the fun, Fake till you blend, To be is all that matters. Theater one or two? We choose the best to prove. All actors on stage, Do till you outdo, At the end it's … Continue reading Becoming a Be
A weakness
I have a weakness for writers, They breathe life into words, Capturing moments, fueling your wants Leaving you in awe As you lay, panting for more. I have a weakness for photographers too, They make time stand still And hold a million stories in their frame, They unveil histories And give memory a face. I … Continue reading A weakness