A Warm aura shapes my soul- It
is faith, yet metaphoric tempests,
the timeless challenge which is “Life”
carries me like a child, or less, a feather
Violent the waves of calamity and tragedy,
Then peace like a river.
Dispersed are my woes for a moment,
Good times- and just when I am home
she topples me again,
At ease and seized all at the same time
So what shall it be today, a smile 🙂 or a frown 😦 …?
Barren
Stretched out
Naked
and
ReachingAbortion
due to seasonUnclothed,
Anticipating the embrace,
The white, crystal cloak
soon to bare over…
Blistering winds
do shake the buds,
Your ovaries
left
in cryogenic sleep,yet
the
beauty
of your form
the
intricacies
of your fingers
the
vulgarity
in your structure…Imagery savored in pixels
Your nakedness
relished
till yet another season…
Tick tock tick tock,Say hello to Tintin! 🙂 A very talented writer and poet, this chick is an artist in every way. With a degree in Fine art, she is also a make-up artist by profession. Proudly she’s also MY COUSIN! :D. You can find more of her poems and short stories on her blog “That Nigerian Girl“, which she hardly uses these days 😦 …. but we are working on that aren’t we Tin! 😉 Until our next female guest… GO GIRL POWER!!! 😀 Cheers! 😉
My heart beats slowly,
When when when when
I feel so lonely,
Inhale, exhale,
My breath starts stalling,
When when when when
My tears starts falling. Boom boom boom boom,
My head starts pounding,
When when when when
My thoughts starts wandering.
Hiss hiss hiss hiss,
My anger starts rising,
When when when when
My mind’s uprising. Inhale……..exhale…..,
My breath starts fluttering,
When when when when
My body starts faulting.
Tick tock tick tock,
My heart beats slowly,
When when when when
My life feels lowly. by: Tintin
“Good and Sad writing, Sad and Heartfelt, Good and yet painful to read”…. These are a few of the comments born of my poetic seed. It makes you wonder the sort of woman I am, but I couldn’t agree more with these observations of men. My work is sad and yes, sometimes painful, still it gives me great joy when on paper I engrave them.
Though a good number of my expression is cast in shade, from a jolly heart it is made. Known to be quite witty, yet rendering no real “Laughable Moments” in what I poetically enunciate.
So what is my Muse and what drives me? … Call me a Back-Bencher if you will, but I have always preferred to blend with the backdrop of life’s scenes; I observe human interaction, and note response to emotional stimuli. From the outside, looking in, I write what I see.
Grim as it may seem, I actually find it easier to translate human confusion, lust and sadness; I resign to reach into the depths of others, probably because I am too scared to explore my own darkness. I stare through the windows of their emotion and create an impression of their feelings; the actions of even a stranger will give my words meaning.
Unfamiliar with the art of poetry, besides nursery rhymes I recited as a child I bear little interest in the works of T.S Eliot and Oscar Wilde. Happy as any surreal artist with words to say, more than willing am I to bear the title of “Sad writer” if to some accidental reader my literary inscriptions may relate.
©2011 Festivalking
Festival King 