Sunday Monoku

I dream so I write

Life Is

Many things in life don’t make sense 
if you question life, it takes offense
‘call it fate’ life says in its defence 
most times it’s at your sanity’s expense 
living life has become a pretence 
life throws a curveball nonetheless 
you still pick up the pieces and commence 
because ‘hope’ is something that life invents 
give it time, says life, no more laments 
life is something that time represents 
like an hourglass in destiny’s events 
slipping through one’s fingers, nonetheless 
I can’t figure out life, I must confess 
maybe I have missed the point of life’s intent. 

A Friday Thought

slowly swirling snow -
I love the way it 
holds my solitude 

One Salvador Dali

In the persistence of sleep 
Dreams give way
I sleep 
The length of my dreaming 
Dreaming 
The length of my sleep 
Waking to time’s reality 
Infinite ,organic 
In its surrealism .

Tipsy Turvy

So many blank pages 
I let spill on the Milky Way 
I feel like a drunk out on a holiday 
trying to find the moon 
with my head in a cloudy commune
starry eyed , I miss the 
short hand of my clock 
hiding behind the long hand 
of my midnight Knock 

may the dreams be with you. 

Retrogression

My being is broken and fragmented
Into a thousand conscious pieces.
Each breathing its own troubled breath.
Gasping on inadequate oxygen,
Given to it by the fragmented whole.
My shrink may call it a nervous breakdown.
But for me it is a depression, Of the highest,of the deepest
Whose roots know not the whole
Feel not the whole.
The thousand grey cells vibrate
In its own individual frequency
The buzz is a pandemonium
No synchronicity in its movement
Thought processes of innumerable reactions 
Thus a hundred numerous equations That cannot be equated to an ultimate reason 
Floundering for a rational return.

Cerise

cerise comes softly 
like a glowing swan-song of trees
it comes lightly 
like violet clouds in the sky 
glossing berry-moist loam 
scarlet the cornucopia 
beaching under the winter sun 
autumn blues 
misty silence 
sea gulls cry
ruddy hues
earth meets sky 
in the north winds’ drift 
my crystal breath curves
into a gentle poesy.
 

Beehave

Queen bee and drone speed dates in their phone 
It was a rendezvous in a honeycomb. 

Queen needed to make babies for the hive 
Pheromones were her nuptial drive.

So a baited drone had a colony sown. 

Half Of My Heart

      please
   
   help         please
 
me find         return

the               ASAP
 
 other 

   half 

     of 

       my 

        heart
   
            I 

              can’t 

                for 

                  the 

                     world 

                       of 

                         me 

                           find 

                              it 

         
  

Tomfoolery

I knew a man named Gary 
I wrote about him in my poetry 
But then, he turned out to be a bunny in a man’s guise
nonetheless I wisened and got more wise 
I hope not to cross paths with a man and find out he’s a tom cat 
because my go to feline feel is Garfield 
he will always be my pet nonpareil
my carroty favourite is bugs bunny
he makes me smile cos he’s so funny

so..
I went to Disney to find Tom and Jerry 
found them where a can of cheese sat 
both of them not an eyelid did bat 
it was hide n seek n peek a boo
each other they did pursue 
so much mischief they did brew
I caught them in a cheesy combat 
Jerry fled the scene at the drop of a hat
Tom had to let go of the cheese he had snatched.