Which way I wonder?
There is only one way and that is
Upward and onward
Tag poetry
Love Story
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Audience of One.”
You are
My love for now
My love you’ll be
My only love
For eternity
Because from the moment we met
I knew in my heart
You would be the only love
For me
The end
Thank you for painting the bedroom we share…loving the colours!
Xo
Overlapping Shadows
When one is aware
One can see overlapping
Shadows everywhere
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/shadowed/
Desire
Descending to the core
So deep into the Rose
Awash with crimson blood
The petals are on fire
With passion in my heart
I feel my soul’s desire
Cee’s Oddball Challenge
Four one dollar coins
Required, but how to insert?
Upright, side by side
Cee’s Black & White Challenge – Weather
A fast approaching
Summer’s storm to wash away
The long pains of drought
Raindrops on Roses
Captured in petal
Leaves, drops of rain like morning
Dew, gems of water
Heads in the Sand
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Bone of Contention.”
There is no cause
No need to fear
Of what the world holds dear
For climate change has no effect
On life on earth down here
Naught we can do
No steps to take
To try and halt the harm
So let us continue and ignore
The effects of change so far
Liberty
I walk in freedom of the light
When all around me men would fight
I will not fear, will not succumb
Will hold my peace, will not give in
My rest, my life, my liberty
Are mine from birth until the end
White Child in Africa
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Call Me Ishmael.”
I think I first realized something was wrong when our nextdoor neighbour, oom Piet Oberholzer, was murdered
I was about six years old then, and I never will forget when I realized
The perils of being a child of Africa would soon out-way the joys
Of being alive under the African sky
I knew in my heart that a choice would need to be made
One day of choosing to stay or to go
As fate would have it, when the day came to choose
I packed my bags, and with sadness in my heart
I left
First line extracted from the first line of Peter Godwin’s Mukiwa – A White Boy in Africa
