Through thick veneer of forgetfulness
and fragile memories worn by age,
thin slivers of deep-seated love
seeps through his fingers
to highlights her days.
©
Jacqueline
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Forest of Possibilities…
You were afraid
to live your dreams,
and you buried them
in the place you believed
they would be safe;
now everyone who goes by
sees a forest of possibilities.
#Buried dreams
©
Jacqueline
This piece is an excerpt from my upcoming 3rd Poetry book.
You can read my 2nd book, Unbridled on Kindle Unlimited for free.
Bubbles of dreams…
Bubbles of elusive dreams
are burst
by pin-pricks of harsh reality
©
Jacqueline
When The Sun Is Sinking Low…
Daddy always said ‘rise with the Sun so that you set the tone of your day,’ and throughout my growing up years, like clockwork, we rose way before the Sun.
Today the most important things I inherited from my dad are the ethics, the values, the wise words, the memories and the parenting influence that he had on my life.
Ever so often, a saying of his will echo in my mind and I feel suffused with the warmth of his presence albeit through his words.
As a child, I truly had no deep understanding of losing loved ones’ – not sure that I still do – and like the sunrise and sunsets of my young days, I felt that those that mattered most would always be there.
Well, I am deadly wrong. I think that life is so unfair to take away those we love and yearn for, on the other hand, I am deeply thankful that I had the opportunity to know such love.
Knowing what I know now, the glorious rise of each Sun, reminds me that I’m alive, that I must embrace the day and that there’s no time to waste in looking back at yesterday. By the time the sun sinks low, I’m reminded to leave every form of acrimony and as much as is humanly possible to end my day with a cleansed mind.
Below is a little tune from me. Excuse the croaky voice 😉
Oh I often sit and ponder
when the sun is sinking low
where shall yonder future find me
only God in heaven knows
shall I be amongst the living
shall I mingle with the free
wheresoever my path may lead me
Saviour keep my heart with thee
Oh the future lies before me
and I know not where I’ll be
wheresover my path may lead me
Saviour keep my heart with thee
©
Jacqueline
The Little Flame..
Our silence sufficed. We thought that
if we didn’t talk about those micro things
that made us uncomfortable,
they would disappear.
So, we walked the fringes of invisibility.
Hiding our thoughts from fear and shame
hoping that no one notices
the tears running down our face.
Our silence became brooding anger.
Micro things became macro things
and in the fringe of invisibility, we plotted;
fueled by the stokes of little flames.
©
Jacqueline
An Igbo proverb says, ‘when we overlook the small pot, it puts off the fire.’ Never underestimate the little things, for they can become the big things.
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In A Nutshell…
It is said that patience is a virtue and that a patient dog eats the fattest bone. Unfortunately, these days, a patient dog barely finds any bone, not to talk of eating a fat one.
Time To Burn…
we incubate our dreams
in anticipation of the right time
to birth them,
but
we forget that
we have no time to burn
‘cos time never waits for us.
©
Jacqueline
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Branches…
We cut the branches
where we once sat;
The foliage fell,
it became one with the Earth
there were no trees
there was no longer us.
©
Jacqueline
Pull of Attraction…Flash Fiction
Rube knows that Sebastian is not in her league. As a country girl, his slick city ways are a novelty and disturbing, but everytime he honks his horn, her heart skips a mile.
She knows she would regret her actions tomorrow, yet the pull of attraction is all she can follow as she hurries to his Jaguar.
Daily post prompt – Rube
Word meaning – Rube – A rube is a country bumpkin or an awkward inexperienced, unsophisticated person. Rube is also a nickname.
Wedded Bliss…
We undulate to the hum of the night breeze
our bodies in sync with time and rhythm
our eyes hold on to each other for endless moments.
We’re caught in the euphoria of wedded bliss,
where everything melts away into oblivion
we are caught in our own whole new world
where what matters is just you and I.
©
Jacqueline
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