Life got in and I forgot to be completing my National Poetry Month writings in, now its June… So, Imma skip that out and post something that I wrote recently 🙂
and when the wind
slowly caress my cheeks
in precision strokes
like that of an artist, I sit still
lamenting to the halfway
moon-
hidden behind laced clouds
like a shy bride
•
the dreams painted on my
charred diary, blurs,
as I pluck feathers from the
dream catchers
•
the metaphors clogged
up inside my trajectory veins,
send waves upon fear
as I wait in rain
for the music to stop
•
and the words,
they haunt inside sleep
and laughter; waiting to be released
from the turbulent storm.
but when they emerge;
they spread like ink bloats
spilled from an overfilled pen
•
I sit naked to the stars
that twinkle in defiance;
I no longer
contemplate if their actions
fall under my
weighted scales.
