#antigua
There as I sat it spoke to me,
this wall of asymmetric cracks.
Its faded, soaked cement remained.
Its light red bricks answered back.
Past these chips of aged white
the blue sky hung with wispy cloud.
A distant bird with creeping weeds
through ancient windows spoke aloud.
Here light enfolds these steps of prayer
where new fresh grass is listening.
The hedges kept with varied plants
in waving breezes are glistening.
This ruined wall tells its story
of faded asymmetric glory.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:51 PM UTC
It’s been told she has the heart of the Sun A bright bronze sphere
That can never turn down fun
Brazen is she towards those who stand in her way
Guided by faith, her feet never stray
No matter the currents or the strength of the Tides
She goes low when they fly high
Like Hawksbill, Green, Loggerhead and Leatherback
She attains the longevity they endure
Her voice is as sweet as the Black Pineapple
Her beauty resembles the Antiguan hibiscus
Some might even say more
For her beauty is something you can’t ignore
Whenever one door closes
She makes one more open
Always giving faith a fighting chance
Whenever the option arises
She always chooses to DANCE!
As the soca rhythm flows into her blood steam
And the bright colors of carnival collide
There outshining the others
You can find the person I call my “MOM”
My Antiguan Queen
Always representing red white black blue and gold pride
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC