Poem.

Meaning of candle.

I watched some gulls swoop down
a clear, blue sky…..

I could smell the dead and still I smelled worse, my bed becoming my coffin; how many times I wished to die in my sleep. Memorial Scent… when I finally do die there will be nothing left of me but a mess; I will only be remembered as crap.

In Kirundi when someone says what is the matter it is not a good sign. It is as if there were people who were following you and coping without telling you. There is even an expression in Kirundi which is that you know someone is your friend when you are in trouble.

The rains give life to so many creatures not just by feeding them with water, but also by awakening them to fresh aromatic experience.

The gulls swooping down
From a clear, blue sky,
Appear to be teasing
The dolphins below …

A short no-rules poem about realizing your hunger via the senses.

Slightly graphic thoughts of mine.

Poetry..