Calm dusky sunlit rest on a bench,
Wind caressing my lifted nostrils
Catching Canada’s flowery strength
Of spring-spawned golden daffodils
Looking at the silence of newborn green
Sleeping peacefully near the lake
Shifting in comfort with the gentle wind
Pouring over my cares deflated
Fish look up at all the joy around
Darting zig zags, like Brown’s particles.
They seem to smile and share their proud
Moments to their interested guild
Twist and twirl free little beings
No cares, not even for the watery shell
That feeds cheerful gills and fins
Blue heaven, inhale, rejoice, exhale
Do they feel the water? Is there
Gratitude for what hidden pervades
And sustains life so pure so clear
Frolicking in their exotic wet glade?
Twist and twirl free little beings
No cares! Oh I wish for the same shell
To heal my everyday in the budding spring:
Flowery relish, dusky breezes, daffodils
(c) nyonglema
Tag Archives: flower
My little flower #love
Down by the shore of city life, I found my little flower:
White lily shining fragrance the size of the Eiffel tower.
Unexpected the feeling of finding beauty right here,
Down by the shore of the rush of life, on the pier.
Down I stooped and scooped the softly petals,
And a whiff of joy made my feeble heart unsettle
The petals so brave were not the frail of despair
But showed the strength of surviving hostile care.
The sepals seemed to have done their fair share,
Cradling the white and shunning life's scares.
Their green sang odes to my heart's singing strings,
Like the rebirth as deep winter announces spring
By the shore of city life, I held the peduncle
And tucked it into my tangled hair's crunkles.
"Journey with me through all of life's worst despair,
My little flower, through life, surviving hostile care"
(c) nyonglema
Petals #old #time
Ripe the garden plants, bright the flowers they bear
For bees to frolic and play till in future fruits be bare.
But I look at the flowers and see the petals fall.
Have you seen it before? Beauty and the Beast?
One petal drops to the floor: Thriller’s gone, the man in the mirror
fades into history, losing colour, washed by tears and more
The picture of the next petal on the iPhone blurs out while Steve rests
And Amy goes to buy the next one beyond our gardens with mellifluous voice
Harmonising Whitney, oh that’s a petal of my childhood I’ll
Misstep with tears as it sways and twists in the miracle of her wind
Not fast, not furious, gently falling, while Paul Walker walks
The stairway to heaven, staring at another petal on the aging rose
Of my youth’s laughter…oh Robin, oh Bernie, watch those petal go
Shall you make one more laugh infuse the pallid petal back to life?
And shall Chester and Prodigy harmonise with Anne Marie Nzie as another
Petal falls?
I watch them go, the falling petals, like the hair on my head,
Like the black in my chin, I watch the clock take one by one
And replace with something new, different, strange, something afraid
To ride my roller coaster heart, unlike those petals first to join
When life was a song, and the future was sunshine and childhood fun.
(c) Nyonglema
For me? #life #breath #thanksLord
Lily fragrance dances about my nose like lasses in a mall,
I soak it all in: bees and butterflies want nectar like I muesli.
Flying about like happy tweets, the birds colour the sky with cheer and fluff
Enjoying the blue sky, like I the breeze; did You make all this just for me?
Nyonglema
waghni 