Tag Archive | pants

Your Words

pants, jeans, blogger, words, poetry

They say that words are cheap
but yours are simply gold

they touch me in ways I can’t explain
you enthrall me from afar

I fall in love with unknown parts of you
all I see are parts that you could be





Make Haste, make haste…


Make haste, make haste!

Grandma kept saying.

A stitch in time saves nine!

She reiterated.

And I kept ignoring,

Not trying to understand.

Her imploring words to make haste,

Were but a sign.

Now I understand,

Quite literally, I say.

That little hole in my pants,

Just turned into one major tear.

I now need fifty stitches plus more,

Not even nine will suffice.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha