The vanda blue orchid adorns silver, Long, wavy hair that frames her Violet hued eyes, button nose, And glistening rosy lips that pause
With each end note of the violin’s Hearty tune, that attracts butterflies, Transparent to royal purple hues, Flitting around her feet in sublime harmonies
With the birds that soar higher, As though being strummed better Through the violin’s strings That are taut in their place that brings
Wonder and symphony of animal And human lives intertwined in a primal Need for survival with a core Of compassion that’s human and not a bore.
For this poetry festival, there have 1800 poetry submissions!
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is socially relevant, as it puts relationships, postcolonialism/ social criticism, and self-awareness/ growth. The social crisis that we are encountering have a place in the poems that are both rhythmic and grab the reader’s imagination.
Cowgirl boots, shorts, and off the shoulder Shirt, a toddler holding the phone Speaking to her brother, who’s far, Far from home. She gurgles her love,
At times incomprehensibly, laughing At his replies that have adoration Light up her eyes as hearing His voice is her drug of choice, a succession
Of discordant sounds, she interprets With a beatific cacophony of cries That invade your heart with warmth that’s A test to your all encompassing hearts.
For one of my poems using a quote from Desmond Tutu about hope.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, combines themes about relationships, postcolonialism/ social criticism, and self-perception/ awareness/ growth.
I’m great at helping others in the fields. I feel I have a certain expertise, like listening to others’ likes and implementing them, especially if it has to with cooking or baking. The latter is, at times, a therapeutic form of stress relief, where I get to chop things and bludgeon the dough into submission 😀. I’m generally a great listener, except when someone is stubbornly narrow-minded, then i prefer not to converse or listen to them.
As an MA holder in English Literature, I l9ve to read, the more varied the better. I also write opinions, editing of thesis, poetry, and judging different types of books: novels, anthologies, and poetry. When it comes to my writing, I know I’m verbose, visual, and descriptive, which help when I feel stuck while I write. I like taking a detour in my writing before completing my original ideas.
As a daughter, wife, and mother, I love nurturing those I believe are mine! They all enjoy their food more when I make it, even if it’s a lowly sandwich 🥪 😋!
I’m an excellent helper to those who ask for it, or not, as I insert my services without being asked. That can lead to problems with some people, apparently! But, I don’t know why!
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, raises a variety of themes that are humane in nature: relationships, postcolonial/ social criticism, self-awareness/ growth.
What is one thing you would change about yourself?
It feels like the world spins and flows like a river, unstoppable, and when it seems as though you don’t have enough time for everyone you love. As a nurturer and introvert, I bottle up my worries as I try, unsuccessfully, to take care of everyone’s needs before my own. The time, I would like to have is so that I can take care of myself better. That way, I can give more.
Sometimes, the world around you feels so oppressive that it stumps your ability to navigate a world that supports murder, death, and genocide of those weaker. That feeling carries into your home, blocking your capacity to be there for your family, as it drowns you, constantly, in visions of charred bodies, women, children, elderly, even infants in incubators die. How can I reconcile my compassionate nature with what I’m being asked to bear witness to?
How can I perform within my family when I’m bombarded by such visions of violent, thoughtless aggression against the innocent? Why is it that I have to witness peoples’ lack of humanity as they watch and do nothing?
Sands of time start with a babe’s Conception of sperm and ovules, Its development takes time; Birth is a necessary hardship for the crime Of having a babe to nurture and instill Ethics, beliefs that take root And can’t be uprooted by a boot. Into adulthood, it grows and will fill
The shoes that were too large, But now, too tight as it’s surpassed its cage, Soared to become a leader, humane In treatment of others and transcend the bane Of chaotic filled desires that blinds Your progress. In time, you’ll regress Into infancy’s needs while powerless to halt the demise Of what you’ve forged, ending up loose sands.
As the peoples raise their flags, Of varying countries, entering the earth, The factory of races, dogmas that bags Their beliefs, cultures, languages leaving no death
Unpunished by the laws of the peoples, Who worship peaceful humanity Whose heart is cleaved by what topples Them: Pride and vanity.
Give the peoples a chance to Revert to their simple virtues Which lend a hand to friend and foe And never bend under oppression’s cues.
If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time?
The time I’d spend sleeping would be used for deeper thought processes, which lead to better writing, especially poetry, as it’s best done while at rest. Reading, whether news, novel, or books on belief systems, assessing and comparing them to my values, is another way for me to understand others. Moreover, by thinking and writing about them, I can get my feelings across and help others see a different perspective.
Author, poetess of book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change.