Family of Seasons
…and with great delight, they embraced me. Continue reading Family of Seasons
Tag: poetry
Paradoxical Narration
“Engine failed, parachute not quick enough
The tool from success was the means of death.” Continue reading Paradoxical Narration
One Question
At 65, Pa knew everything; how the universe works, the dynamics of humanity and the propeller of greed of corporations. His wisdom was clear as summer morning his words crisp; couldn’t be mistaken. He narrated the ordeals of the people their plight – in a chronological timeline. Emotions were evoked, listening ears froze, the mind of the audience took trips immersed in deep thoughts as … Continue reading One Question
Watch my Eagles fly
It was the season again when potent birds retired to their nest to lay the eggs of their toil. This was a season the bird community looked forward to for the variation in harvest of potent birds. Yet, this was also a period when gossip birds clustered at corners ridiculing and laughing at their objects. Little dirty bird with blemish retired to her nest like … Continue reading Watch my Eagles fly
Destined
The rose that grew on concrete could have been just another seed thrown probably on a random without the intention of making it grow. It landed on concrete; an infertile soil with no chance to germinate yet the rose that grew on concrete worked its way against all odds to sprout from toddler until a rose was born. The rose that grew on concrete could have … Continue reading Destined
No strings attached
Image Credit: Typhanie Fix this, change that you want to control every part tell me how to chart the course that directs my path. It’s not like I’m your puppet clearly not! You don’t think that way but the way you blow your trumpet with persistence to have the last say leaves much in retrospect to suggest I may never have my day. For you, … Continue reading No strings attached
Lest we forget
When you rise to that dizzying height where everything below look like an army of ants, remember not too long ago – or at least in this lifetime you were once at the base stretching out to make a strong grip reaching out for whatever support that may be and hoping the bars stay still as you lift. As much as you enjoy the view … Continue reading Lest we forget
Lord Emmanuel 