the wind booms with the strength of mighty nature
a fragile creature sits it out thankful for shelter
all else clings to the earth and only the deep rooted will remain
foundations rock in a hail of wet a sky giving constant vent
hurling down heavy tons of water

the break in the cloud
has my heart
the doorway to freedom

part of me feels like Insect
not to eat
an Insect mind set
hard to explain
But seen in certain actions
when eating lettuce for instance

When the big ball upstairs
Has burnt his day's share
And his little sister
Has awoken to shine

When mechanical birds and horses
Have flown to their nests
And the chaos of daylight
Has given way to peace

When the world's voluntary madness
Dissipates into necessary sanity
And the hot unfriendly winds
Sheath their unseen swords

When earth and sky seem to agree
In the stillness of transient dark
Reviving fast-dying hopes
And healing old wounds

When all hell ceases to break loose
Awaiting the rooster's call...
I merry in dreamland
As my tired body sleeps...


© Raphael Uzor

there is a sit down place
where all have sat before
a choice to stay or go

some have sat here
since first times

there is a sit down place
where all is all
see sit down place

I thought I was in Heaven
When I was just seven.
It was never too late
to stand behind the gate and wait
To gather blackberries.

So I was in desperate pursuit
of the hidden fruit
Lovely, sweet and ripe
no need to wash or wipe
Gathering blackberries.

Now it was always said
"Why are your books red"
I thought she meant read.
It was the juice
A true excuse
Oh to gather blackberries.

I cannot tell a flower to bloom-
just because the whole of creation waits with bated breath-
the waiting is all part of the wonder-
not to be denied or foreshortened-
I can add some much needed water if drought is near-
nurture runs deep in the centre of life-
this too will not be denied or cast off-
beauty demands recognition and always will survive

Your space is in the sky where there is no ground, angel.

You are the reason why earth revolves around sun.
You are the reason why all  stars flicker delicately.
You are the reason why magnolia blooms.
You are the reason why my heart opens up like confessing  man.
You are the reason why I'm standing repentant before God.
You are the reason why I paint reality with celestial watercolours.
You are the reason why breath makes port in my mouth.
You are the reason why vision of love is alive in my heart.
You are the reason why I open curious eyes in the morning.
You are the reason why flowers near extinction are worth saving.
You are the reason why my thoughts become crystalline.
You are the reason why torrential rain falls after airless weather.
You are the reason why I hear quietly sneaking answers to nagging questions.
You are the reason why opus of birth of love plays in my head.

Your sinister indifference cauterizes sore wounds in my heart.
I would give you my soul with everything I possess.
I have never even touched your fragile hands, your impatient lips.

Will you open like rose petals together with sun wandering horizon?

poems written on faded skin
blow across the rim-
of a distant horizon
where all things are different
and nothing is the same-
except the stories of warriors-
who fought, and then lost-
to the fragile wonders of life

waterfall rumble rush cascade
splash churning bubbles
deep calm pool
small ripples
eternal consequences

Petrichor breezes mingled
With the scent of mountain laurel
Blew across the cool summer air
The taste of citrus on my tongue
I have a view of the valley below me
Everything looks so small
In hidden caves, I sing
And wade in mossy waterfalls
I watched the moon rise in the velvety sky
I'm falling slowly asleep
Upon a bed of lady's slipper
In the morning, I shall awake
To vibrant creamy pastel skies
And fragrant mists of dawn
I shall walk upon paths
Where no foot has ever trod
Paths bordered by rhododendrons
Where my heart can soar
With evergreens and white pines
Hidden safely with my mountain cove
A haven where I can dream
Nestled in amongst the Appalachian mountains
In a small, but comfortable log cabin
My heart keeps telling me "I am home!"

**~Marian~