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: gratitude
Immigrant President
Immigration brought America its first black president.
Sitting with this pen between my lips, as dad
Said not to, I'm twiddling and thinking of
Tigers looking into a mirror.
Do they see just the beastly muscle to rip flesh
Apart, or can they see the black, gold, silver, orange
Calligraphy of a meadow, plucked to glorious
Melody like a guzheng serenading the prey
Before Medusa's magic mars their future?
Do parrots notice the pale sparrow's envy at
Its militarily-decorated plumage which holds
Divine discourse with the sun rushing past
The leaves to caress a masterpiece chirping
Away under a pale green canopy craving its
Variety splash of colors upon itself?
Sitting and twiddling this ink, I'm thinking.
Are "precious" and "scarce" synonymous?
King Midas turned everything ordinary to something
Now ordinary, and by returning them to their
Ordinary state they became precious.
Could this be why I now miss the hair I hated to comb
In painful strokes? Or why I would prefer scrolling
My Twitter feed than feeding off my son's glorious
Imaginary worlds whence crazy stories spring,
But which I miss, because this is here, that is there?
Could this be why thrust from misery, to slavery,
Then to a land of freedom and opportunity whose
Prowess the paler countries of the world cast
Envy upon, wishing the variety splash of colors,
And music, and glory, and gold upon themselves,
The American from Africa focuses on the "African",
Missing the "American" in "African American"?
Could this be why other Africans come to America
And seeing the plumage, seize the Value in "American"
Live the American dream walking to Pennsylvania Avenue,
Saying "Yes we can!": but most Africans don't listen?
(c) nyonglema
Thank you #toFamily #toFriends #toAcquaintances #toReaders #toTweeps #thankYou #appreciation #
You listened to me, you talked to me, you touched me,
You fed me, helped me, prayed for me, loved me.
You warned me, protected me, taught me, clad me.
You all have been there from the start of me,
And participated in building me throughout each year.
You’ve been father, mother, sibling and friends to me.
You’ve been there, so thank you.
Though you doubt, you are dear to me, Thank You.
(c) Nyonglema
waghni 