A circle of half-familiar faces lay around me like a sky of blankets on a cold day.
My hands talk alongside my mouth as my eyes jitter within my head -
Trying desperately to align with my brain.
Voices like music float to me like a rainbow after a storm when a full stop plops out of my mouth.
I nod my head to the movement of lips stretching into a smile at me, absorbing the lights emitting from this hour.
Thank you, Universe
For keeping me alive.
About the Creator
LIFE MAZI
A RELIC OF GROWTH
Eclipse’s Visit
Everywhere it is dark, the sun goes on a trip, Creating chaos, making folks flip. Lunatics howl and claim it's the end, In reality, it's just a cosmic trend. People gather, their eyes to the sky, Solar glasses on, ready to spy. Even the birds seem a bit perplexed, Squirrels run around, feeling vexed.
By Chuks Gad Nwaigweabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Invitation to Renga With Me
Ladies and Gentlemen, I am returned. I am envisaging a grand entrance here, a footman perhaps, announcing my arrival, or a both doors flung wide attention grab. That I actually slipped in quietly with an itsy bitsy haiku seems far more in keeping with my actual style. Either way, I am back after an absence of a couple of weeks in which I dedicated myself fully to a family holiday. I could do no different, it has been a very full trip, and a wonderful trip for it. But though I read most of a novel, I took no time to read on Vocal, and no time to write either.
By Hannah Moore6 days ago in Writers
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