Thursday, March 18, 2010

NOW I KNOW....

Inside, I stumble, my drunken soul, threatens to wither
Breathless, my eyes I close, life’s puzzles I dither

On a singing clock, blankly, I plant my naked stare
Its shouting voice, gives my closed ears a sweet scare

Ooh how rocky is my tour with no souvenir to show!
If everything takes time, why mine forever slow?

On a crying bed, I whisper, shouting to my sinking self
My thoughts, tuneless as a musician’s forgotten clef 

On a calendar, my eyes meander, on a number, they rest
For the ordained, time is ripe, for harvest, at its best

Sighs and yawns I drink, my soul, feeding on wonder…
Questioning why the waiting must be weighty and longer

Guessing, in vain, why life hasn't plucked my chord
Blaming angels whose favors I have forever failed to afford

Then on my side, I turn, seducing my eyes to take a look…
My hands, hopelessly, I stretch, and behold…I find a Holy Book

At peace I feel, on my chest, my Bible, my Quran, I hold
Now I know, I have to hold on....I have to be bold

Copyright © 2010 Meshack Sewe
  
(Trials & Hope......My personal journey to personal reflections....and personal reconciliation...)

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

OUR MURDERED SHADE

Staring at our mourning farm, where our seeds germinated 
Fate seemed to have derailed, all leaves degenerated
Scorching sun all over….our souls dehydrated
Only God has a clue…when all we’ll be rejuvenated
Ooh! Was it an evil hand….to see them terminated?
...How we miss your shade, our family tree!

I recall your wide canopy with tearful nostalgia
Witnessing your demise filled us with insomnia
For cool breeze under you had a soothing euphoria
We shared…we laughed with no withering phobia
But who knows its origin, this soul-sucking maniac?
...How we miss your shade, our family tree! 

Copyright © 2009 Meshack Sewe

(IN MEMORY OF OUR LATE DAD WHO PASSED ON WHEN WE WERE STILL YOUNG.)