Adobe, for now and forever

Sitting by the shore

On the edged jetties

Trailing through the fingers

Those cusps of clouds

With eyes shut, paused thoughts

Breathing all of nature in me.

Gathering the voices of wings,

Savoring the music of the lonely wind

Here I sit, not to go

But to make this call my rescue abode.

 

Vortex

Let not your creation be the thoughts you keep running from.

Rappelling down to the vortex of thoughts

I could hear my voices echo

Some teeming with urgency

While some, lying in angst

At the corner of the damp pillow.

I wished to swipe them out

But alas! “Your creation”, they exclaimed

My brazen thoughts and those voices

Work but in tandem

And I’m the only one to be blamed.

 

I observe!

young-woman-watching-television

I see the world not how it is

I see the world not how it ought to be

I see the world through my screen

Sitting in my room; sipping in my tea.

I see the blood splattered across

Rapes-murders-deaths-floods

All inclusive defiling my outlook

How I wonder if it were not true!

Sitting ensconce on a mumsy sofa

Witnessing the diaspora

All I can do is spit out anger

Onto the screen which needs cleaning later.

Alas! the world I thought was beautiful

Plundered it now seem

Carry the casket of the bodies away

‘Cause tomorrow again the misery would refill.