Love Forgotten

Poetry

 


I wish to fall in love with
the tiny beatings of my heart
The seduction of my nostrils
With the warm summer air

I want to be intertwined
With the sheets that wrap me in
As the night breeze caresses my head
Melting the travails of the day away

I wish to hug my mind
While we picnic underneath sun rays
Sandwiched in sound wishes' sandwiches
Tongues wetted by the ones fulfilled

There would be days when
I would be bold enough to
Divorce the hustles and grind
that sow thorns and thistles time after time
In this neglected love affair with my life.

But until then, I'd find solace in
Wishes of a budding love
Where mind, body and soul would allure
More than the futilities I chase

Danger

Poetry

I long to fall in your arms
As the wind blows across my face
And I am anchored mid way by gravity
I trust I would return to you 

I wish to fall and break into pieces
Moping as you put me back together
and we'd laugh at my childishness
I would kill for your arms on me 

I want to melt on your shoulders
I want to hear that it would be okay
Even when I already know it would be
It sounds better when you say it

Promise me that you would catch me
Because needles have been placed where cushions should be
Bitterness ambusing where love abode
and emptiness found where nets should stay 

This game is a game of trust
I have been hurt many times before
As I make my way back down to you
Catch me as I know you can

Moses

Poetry

I am tired of 
Seeking burning bushes in thistles 
Holding my staff to Red Seas
Casting rods expecting serpents
Raising my arms to invoke locusts

I am tired of
Stubborn Pharaohs and heartless foremen
Grumpy followers with wearied belief
Bloodied door posts and darkened cities
Dead children of grieving hosts 

I am tired of
Wormy manna and disobedient men
Forty years around a spot
Bitter water and striking rocks
Milk and honey hidden by dust

As I view the next horizon
May my hope not be deadly poison
The walk of faith has made me sore
As I leave my comfort zone once more
Let the promise land be where I fall

Wanetwa Mos

Poetry
Photo Credits: @King_Leonne


"Wanetwa mos"

A tribute to the pathways
Where great men strode-a-plenty
Where the best of dreams find expression
Between glasshouses and wineries

Beneath the glistening sunset
As the roadside seller fans the embers of her burning coal
and the children trod home from school

Pay attention and you would find
A rhythm,  a chant, a whistling
As past, present and future collide,
Adesuwa is, was and will always be
The road that leads you home.

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