Embers (Poetry)

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Embers

By Veronica Nkwocha

Consumed
by a yearning
only you can heal
Marked
by a hollow
only you can fill
Every hour
my heart whispers
your name

Trapped
in bonds
made of the tendrils
reaching for you
The clasp elusive
Hidden
in knots
grafted
into my every form

I walk
With a smile on my face
Wave a hello
to the gorgeous sunrise
I sing
A happy song
As I face the world
and wipe the tears

My heart
melting wax
The candle lit up
with the light
of a craving
So strong
So endless
Etched with a seal
of my love for you

Love’s Hearth (Poetry)

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Love’s Hearth
By Veronica Nkwocha

Love is…
the laughter we share in the morning
as we walk out the front door
and go our separate ways…
The happiness lingers and trails us
as we go about our day.

Love is…
an unending ribbon that wrap us,
tickling our hearts
and lighting our eyes.
Echoes of our laughter draw us,
back through that door
ushering us into our hearth.

Repressive Rule (Poetry)

Auguste Rodin. «Thinker», Philadelphia museum

Repressive Rule 

By Veronica Nkwocha

The aura of power
Is alive and powerful
Watch ordinary men
Fall on their knees.

The aura of power
Is in the mind
It ebbs and wanes
When we shine the light of truth.

Its scepter is false
Though we know it not
We enable it rule
When we’re silent and kneel.

 

Image from here Auguste Rodin. «Thinker», Philadelphia museum (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dawn Tryst (Poetry)

English: Trees, mist, and sun. The Blair, Auch...

English: Trees, mist, and sun. The Blair, Auchentiber, Ayrshire Looking south behind the Blair. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dawn Tryst

By Veronica Nkwocha

Cast your eyes to the Sun
Gently unfurling
Rising from the cusp
Of inky dark
Marking its presence
With a soft morning light
Casting its shadows in cloudy sighs
A shower of blessing
Trickling through a veil
Of its flickering light

*Image from here: Attribution Donald MacDonald (File licensed under Creative Commons Attibution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license. 

Palace of Secrets (Poetry)

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Palace of Secrets

By Veronica Nkwocha

Whispers, in the palace of secrets
Soft footsteps, in the treasured garden
Draped in a garland of pretty blossoms
Garnished with hidden sins

Put on the cherished veil of outstanding beauty
Dance on the front steps, preening and perfect
Trapped in a river flowing,
Tremors from a thinning crust
The guardian quivered, pluck the secret bow
Shoot darts of keys to unlock the box

Crumpling muddied veil and splattered tears
On a shattered vial of crippling pain
Dying blossoms gripping a fallow garden
Silence in the palace of secrets

Fragrant Gems (Poetry)

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Fragrant Gems

By Veronica Nkwocha

Close your eyes
Feel the tenderness of the fleeting breeze
Follow the trail of the moonbeam
Stand mesmerised by the shadow of a swaying tree,
by the silver of a streaking star
Draw from the well of the fragrance of an orchid
Stay lost in the breath-taking beauty of a rose bed
Dance enthralled by the charm of the robin’s song,
by the trickle of the stream trailing over rocks on its merry way
Drink from the coolness of a spring on a hot day
Fill your cup with Life
Drink it up
Lay
Satiated in fuzzy meadows
Intoxicated by the feast
Life freely gives

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