Category: Enlightenment

Moth path

The moth seeks moon light But is tricked by lesser lights Quick death beckoning Ife sat outside all evening wrapped in her flowery satin house coat after she had put Emeka to sleep. She watched moths fly towards the fluorescent garden light, kissing the glow of the lamp again and again until they fell onto … Continue reading Moth path

Seek happiness

Foxtrot or quickstep? Dreams and heart makes her choices. In tandem with life. Funmi stared at the letter in her hands. She couldn't believe it. She got the job! She could feel the joy rise inside her, brimming to the fore and threatening to push open the coffers she normally had her emotions in. The … Continue reading Seek happiness

Spread magic

Gloom and doom slayer. Born of man, it lights the night. Its name? 'Smile, the blind'. And though it sees not itself, It sees and feels its magic. ❤Aweni

Different shades

#longpostalert I wrote 'The different shades of yellow,' in January 2017. It was inspired by a setting sun and the different hues it radiated one random evening. What I didn't know at the time was how this poem could reflect the many sides of human nature too. That was until three days ago when I … Continue reading Different shades

Conquer your fears

Be free

You must live love and laugh. You must dream, dance and dazzle. You must be bold, brave and be your best. You must be all of these, for Azareal waits scyth in hand. ❤Aweni

Chants

I hear chants, Chants! Chants! Chants! Behind closed doors. They assail my ears From The coven The temple The church The mosque So much in common But they beg to differ Do you? Sun asks sea and land "Who struts like he owns the earth?" "He who makes fire." ❤Aweni Adams July 2019

Rainbow

May rains bow to you Eyes to sun, feet steady, walk To end of rainbows Cares to the wind, hopes in heart Therein is your pot of gold ❤Aweni Image and poetry ©Aweni Adams 2019

Miss Dainty

One hop, two hops, twirl A dainty form on life's stage. Cheers, boos, laughs or cries, Dainty moves with no remorse. Will she spend time on time past? Most certainly not! ❤Aweni Adams Image and poetry ©Aweni Adams 2019

So many Qs

  I ponder where do their hopes differ  She drinks of crimson red drops And bites of his flesh They wash the darkness away to reveal a heart white as snow and filled with gold   The sun and moon sing Leave them be, let them believe Without hope man dies.   I ponder yet again … Continue reading So many Qs