TODAY

Darkness breaks in uninvited
Unexpected as a dust devil
Sky, gone.
Clouds an inky black,
Yet another day rolled over.

As sun vacates her place,
Like the fading glam of youth,
A faint wick.
Small- the glow of moon,
A new ruler  now enthroned.

Tomorrow being conceived,
Lays in the womb of sky,
Little kicks.
Restless clouds depart,
Rumbling clouds in distress labor.

When her water breaks,
So does Daybreak’s glow,
Brilliant rays.
Morning joy is here.
Another sun begotten.

26.10.19

Her Hair Is A Forest

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Her hair is a forest,
like the decorated Congo.
Its roots are deep and strong,
it has highlights on its tips.
Its thick like a Savannah,
and it’s darkened like the night.
It emulates a fur ball
once you smoother it with oil.

It doesn’t much resemble
all the silky heads I’ve seen,
It tangles like a sheep’s wool,
on its olive-scented scalp.
Its curls are like cold noodles,
and it’s bun is very messy –
at times I think her hair’s
no common hair at all.

15.10.2020