Musings · Philosophy of Life · Poetry/Poems

Paint Me Joy…

Joy has no colour

yet it radiates far brighter

than all the colours

put together…

 

I feel beautiful

not as a result of makeup

but for joy

that bubbles within…

 

P.S. As I get older, I do understand the fact that money and material things certainly make life easier and less stressed, but I have also learnt certain valuable lessons during infernal times of financial constraint that the true depths of peace and joy that we experience in life can never be attributed to what we own materially. It is borne as a fruit of the spirit.  

 

 

 

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Creative Writing · depression · mental health · Poetry/Poems

Silently Loud…

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The silence in her life

rang like a loud bell

she wanted no one to hear.

The raging loneliness

sank into her bones

solace became one with her

she no longer knew 

how not to be alone

 

The need to end her pain

beckoned in a beguiling manner

to succumb; an option she pondered.

 

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha 2022

Humans · mental health · Nature · Philosophy of Life · Poetry/Poems · Wellness

across the bridge…

as we laid
your body down
and you crossed the bridge

to the other side

the airy wind
blew it’s gentle breeze
around us, it flowed

to the other side

a lone tear
escaped my eyes
racing to my mouth

I had promised
that I would
stop crying

but the calmness
of the air
reminds of your gentle ways

when will we
see you again, if ever,
my heart is pained.

For you my dear friend – departed – I wish not to say. May your soul find rest after all the pain. May you know peace and may your wings continue to flap gently in the wind. I see your smile. Though we know that none of us will get out of here alive, that death is part of life, yet, its sting is never lessened.

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Challenges · Poetry/Poems

3 things challenge – mistress, expectations, anywhere

her expectations as mistress aren’t going anywhere

he steals into her chamber in the cover of the dark

silently, he leaves in the wee hours of light

lonely, her heart never knows respite

sea, waves, boat

our expectations become the mistress of life

guiding us from shore to shore

from here to anywhere

we keep sailing.

It’s fun to take part in challenges again. I came across the ‘Three Things Challenge on Pensivity101’s blog‘ and decided to give it a go just to get the writing juices flowing again.

Personal · Poetry/Poems · This Is My Life

I became one of those who disappeared…

I became one of those who disappeared…
diving into the belly of disjointed thoughts
malaise, discontent and limbo

I became one of those who disappeared
my voice broken and rusty
like an old unused tap on an abandoned site

I became one of those who disappeared
saving all my energy for survival
battling existential crisis

I became one of those who disappeared…
from out of the deep a voice called
head raised, I stare into the sun

it’s not yet over…

© Jacqueline 2019

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Haiku · Rononvan's Weekly Haiku Challenge

Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku – Grass and Dove

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Soft cooing sounds of comfort
the dove reminds,
the land is richly green

I felt a bit rusty writing this haiku. It’s been many months of no practice but after several attempts, I managed to cobble something that I like.

Thank you for an interesting prompt Ronovan. Grass & Dove

Love · Poetry/Poems

The numbers…

These are
the number of kisses that we’ve had
the little dinners we have held
the evening walks on Tuesday’s end
the glorious sunsets around the bend

These are
the number of laughter we have shared
the times our silence has been paired
the million tiny tales we’ve told
the times you held me when I cried

These are
the moments we lived as we foretold
the times that slipped and went untold
the many nights our eyes went unslept
the promises made and yet unkept

These are…

Poetry/Poems

Peeking Into The Future…

Do you often wish,

that the future ahead,

you could surely foretell;

knowing every step?

Ω

I stare at the tea leaves

willing it to reveal its secrets, 

I swirl my cup gingerly

but nothing comes up.

I am not a psychic

waiting on tea leaves to tell secrets,

I possess no crystal ball

to peek and tell the future.

Σ

What would life be

if everything is known?

For the fun of living

is to unwrap each day.

©

2018 Jacqueline

Let me ask a pertinent question, have you ever had your tea leaves or coffee grounds read for you? I am curious.