broken thread

 

Closure heals the soul

The torture of darkness paralyses
Floating, waiting, … suspended

A feast of thoughts,
Harvest of emotions,
A seed is sown

Silence shatters
the essence of communion

Happiness is sacrificed
in the altar of self-importance
singed, threadbare

Time is thrown to the wind

Break the thread
In a bid to raise the trophy
Prove what ultimately?

Relearning the ropes
A page is lost; shortened thread
Doubts mushroom

This pain is real

©Amaka Paul 2018

Image:Google images

unquiet

Fragile thoughts

stir insubordinate emotions

an involuntary shiver

pay no heed

let it simmer

 

I transverse the lane

look out for him

You already know

a handshake sufficed

a gentleman’s agreement

I know,

the heart wants what it wants

 

Multi-tasking, no escape

eyes glued, darting,

hands eager, twitching

Agree to renegotiate

a game changer?

the head is in on this

the heart unrelenting

 

Starry skies, we recollect

and try not to veer off

Empty sofa, sunken pillows

the night is still young

 

Unavoidable separation

our hearts bridge the distance

I know,

my heart wants what it wants

 

But he is dignified

that my love

an agreement is what it is

an agreement

©Amaka Paul 2017

Image: Google

My space, Your space…

Once bubbly and feisty,

Now peaceful among the roots

Nature’s warm bosom,

Earth’s bed space occupied

 

A lesson lost on other tenants

busy amassing, ruthless, heartless

Pointing their morbid sticks

swaying to macabre Chants,

Unsatisfied, relentless

 

In a breadth, each to his space

Just enough for the bearers,

Stretching out for help

Afraid to stand a minute longer,

Where raining mud soon fill

©Amaka Paul 2017

Photography:Kyle Young

Reminisce

Tossing and turning,

I leaf through a gallery of delicate tenderness,

thumbing pages of beautiful moments,

wanting, hoping, needing, restless.

Pausing and playing,

the dawn is long drawn

 

Tossing and turning,

savoring delicious scenes,

every minute, breathtaking.

Rewound, fast forward, a master tape

of precious moments,

a sublime escape…

Chirping birds, a brand new day!

©Amaka Paul

Image 

PARCHED

Comfort zone polluted,

love ignited, lust beckons

A little hesitancy,

a thin thread of sanity,

Insanity seem well come

 

Serene landscape about to be defaced

broken artwork, splinters, charred pieces

a need to be stoked

Risky; more fun, addicted

 

A throbbing to be appeased;

an intense provocation of

heightened tremor,

seeking a-dousing

 

Forbidden, untouchable,

blatant hunger,

drinking thirstily, parched

aching, yearning

Impossible made possible

by mutual consent

 

Seeking a release, an out pour, a satisfaction

embracing, renouncing, accepting

once and for all

Afraid you’d leave me wanting

for more.

©Amaka Paul 2017

Original Art by Derek Poitra