My Canopy of Trees (Poetry)
By Veronica Nkwocha
My canopy of trees
Bereft of leaves
Sculptured web
Frozen in time
Fragile twigs
Entwine in hope
Of fluttering leaves
Dancing in spring
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Love’s Hearth (Poetry)
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.
Dawn Tryst (Poetry)
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.
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Palace of Secrets (Poetry)
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)
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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My Poem ‘Rebirth’ and the Poetry Assessor
English: The Poem Tree, Wittenham Clumps, Oxfordshire. Photograph by Jonathan Bowen. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I tried an app today on http://www.poetryassessor.com/poetry/
According to them, it “is designed to determine whether a poem has the characteristics of a professional poem or, alternatively, an amateur poem.”
I tested it using my poem below:
‘Rebirth‘ by Veronica Nkwocha
A dried branch,
tinder for fire
life ebbs
feeding the soil
A budding flower
A shrub of green
trembling with life
in the morning light
*It returned a score of 4.582! So I’m well pleased lol.
P.s. I’ve tried a few others and some haven’t done so well!
“Positive scores indicate that a poem has characteristics of a professional poem while negative scores indicate that the poem has the characteristics of an amateur poem.”
*Caveat, I know nothing about the creators or the suitability of the application neither was I asked by them to test it.
*Update: There’s an update on the site ” it should be noted that the average word count of the poems used in the sample used to calibrate the system was 156 (maximum 378, minimum 21, St Dev 77). This means that results for poems of less than approximately 80 words should be interpreted with caution.”
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Tender Serenade (Poetry)
Tender Serenade by Veronica Nkwocha
Soft petals of music
Their lilting tune mesmerise me
Sweet chirps of the Nightingale’s song
Accompanies and rises
Above the orchestra’s symphony
What a gift, what a joy
What a trembling of hearts, and bows
Sing me a lullaby; caress me to sleep
O sweet Nightingale
Flitter and float
Above life’s wailing notes
Send me to sleep on cottony down
Wrapped in your tender serenade
An Iroko has Fallen – A Tribute to Chinua Achebe (Poetry)
A spiral stack of copies of the 1994 Anchor Books edition of Chinua Achebe’s novel Things Fall Apart (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
An Iroko has Fallen
By Veronica Nkwocha (a tribute to Chinua Achebe)
An Iroko has fallen
Who can disguise the din
An Iroko lays prone and all of the forest
Rise in silent tribute
He whose head and honour rose high in the sky
Is bowed
Not in trembling and fear
But as one who has performed great feats on the theatre of the world stage
Bowing as he takes his exit to heed the timeless call.
He leaves the forest and the testament of his earlier presence
Rings true and loud and unbroken
Only the silent can hear
May they heed the din from the Iroko
Rise to the stars
Stand tall and strong
Unbowed by life
And unbroken by the elements
An Iroko has fallen but the Iroko lives;
Long may it live.
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Toga of the Bold (Poetry)
Toga of the Bold
By Veronica Nkwocha
Today,
I am wearing the toga of the bold
The beautiful and the sassy
I am vibrant,
I am feisty
And I am unbreakable.
Where is the wind to make me turn my gaze?
Where is the hate that will make me hide in shame?
Where are you O brass to tame my shine?
For I am gold,
Pure and invaluable;
I am a gem of intricate proportions
Fashioned after my maker
In the similitude of a palace
Veronica 
