Doom.
Put a finger to it, and it's gone
Worry. Come to life
Tangible. Almost
"It is well" I mumble inaudibly
"It is well" I mumble again
It is the armaggedon. Mental ragnarok
Sirens wailing
Dread overwhelming
Gloom.
Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 5:00 PM UTC
Despite the amount of moisture the playground gets,
footfall would not just let the green of the grass bloom.
Like the receding hairline of a balding middle-aged man,
the green patches of grass, unevenly spread across the field.
Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 4:02 AM UTC
"Proceed! Proceed!
A child is not scared of his father's abode.
Proceed! Proceed!"
... the Kòñgó struck.
Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 5:28 AM UTC
Now he hangs, silently brooding/
by his leather strap/
on a nail, against muddy wall/
gone to rust/
The silence, deafening/
swings no longer in ecstatic delight/
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 3:37 AM UTC
One leg. Then the other
Is how a man gets out of his pant trouser.
......
@incognitaio
May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 4:26 AM UTC
Now that wall of clay and mud
has given way to bricks and blocks.
Path, paved by so many feet
now a-glow with tar and asphalt
House names matter no longer
Children now point out their father's house
in description with their left-hand finger.
@incognitaio
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 7:23 AM UTC
An assembly of parts to make a whole,
Where in nought need be added, removed
Or adjusted..
B E A U T I F U L
...
@incognitaio
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 11:04 AM UTC
The well, like an old abandoned wife, now stood in contempt to the modern boreholes with their fancy hand pumps. Husband's favorite. Young, firm, and perky.
The thick murky water no longer serves the purpose of drinking. The lid, more often than not, left lying idle against the outer wall. No one knew how deep she was. No one ever bothered for fear of the depth.
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 5:25 AM UTC