Sun-ometer by Veronica Nkwocha
Palpable is the happiness they exude
as they hurry off for a day of sunshine and fun
Flappable is the aura they wear
tight about them
as the day ends
draining every bit of sunshine,
fun takes away her garment
Tag Archives: Poetry
The Tides of Time (Poetry)
This poem was written by my brother when he was seventeen, reproduced here with his permission.
The Tides of Time
By Joseph Anuga
The tides of time
Has washed past me
And your absence is all I have
The tides of time
Has washed past me
And your presence is still at large
The tides of time has done its job
And all things around
Have changed a lot
The tides of time
Has lost its battle
To tear from my heart
Your undying frame
The tides of time
Shall soon be settled
And my mental torture
Caused by your absence
Shall come to an end
For the tides of time
Shall bring you to me
Clench us together
And we shall never part again
Strums from Mama’s Heartstrings (Poetry)
Strums from Mama’s Heartstrings by Veronica Nkwocha.
She tickles me
Her eyes are twinkling
I’m giggling
Her arms encircle me
She’s singing
And then she twirls me.
She holds me, envelops me
I hear her heart beat, thumping
Strums from her heartstrings are echoing
Soft notes from my beginnings
They lull me
Asleep in mama’s arms.
The tinkle of her laughter, awakens me
Soft kisses on soft cheeks, mesmerising
The shine from my beaming smile, sparkling
Mama’s little star is twinkling.
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The Fifth Narrative (Poetry)
The Fifth Narrative by Veronica Nkwocha
Where conscience clings fast like whispers of faith in a tumultuous storm,
Where tears run, and rivers of fear reside.
Where dreams are dashed and storms of faith persist like anger from a midday sun
Leaving welts of pain and nudging a macabre, unending dance.
The simmer of hope and the sheaves of truth lay stacked atop Her festering wound.
Tarry a while Avarice calls
Nay, stay fast and sup our feast
We dance in the shadows of the bleating sheep and ride the mares whichever way we please
Tarry and dance atop their foals and ride with us as we travel on, urged on by our raging loins
Oh tarry not at their doleful gaze
Peer not at their whimpering tremor
For even though they know it not they are our ship of hidden treasure
Only do not caress Her hand and heal not Her festering wound
Where the first fails and the second and the third and the fourth
Where estates lay bare and empty and turn their gaze from Her glance
Where the fifth strums and the howling wind calls, a song adrift through the ages
And flowers crushed by the rampaging are tended, are washed and embraced
For tomorrow holds the simmering of hope and the sheaves of truth blossom into a harvest
Veronica 