the walls were white
with photos plastered
across shelves.
the voices were
silent enough
to be too loud.
i was somewhere
in-between.
drowning.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Volkan Olmez
rebirth
there are times
when i do not fear
the fall.
when i look at the streams
run down earth.
and think
of all the ways
that helps
the flowers
bloom.
© Hudson Biko
bedlam
in the bedlam
of days
there are times
when the haze
of yesterdays
will come in
and play.
and there are times
when the decay
of the better times
will come in and stay.
and we will
pray
in the only
way
we know how
to ask
for a way
to make the less. less.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Lydz Leow
grey revisited
is there anything
that lasts
as much
as the feeling
that nothing
ever will
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Velizar Ivanov
flux
autumn
it’s just past midday.
the adieu
in a milieu
of hues
linger in the orange.
the seas
of leaves
sit still
on the edges
of the branches.
there is a luminescence.
in the absence.
of the stress
to stay.
and it is so beautiful.
© Hudson Biko – Poem and Photograph
