Biko – Page 18 – hudson biko

black.

May 28, 2018November 5, 2018 Biko5 Comments

when the stars have fallen

from the moon,

and the tears have risen

from the earth,

and the night

has become the light,

there is a lighter life.

-there is strength in the weakness

Photograph by Averie Woodard

rainfall

May 23, 2018 Biko3 Comments

the rain falls in

splashes and splatters

to tatters

of trees

and seas

of leaves

fallen in agos

long gone.

and every so often

the forming leaves

glimmering in afternoon dew

catch onto a few

at their tips

and hold on

for as long

as the song

of the birds

will go.

but once.

or twice.

there are one.

or two.

that brush

against the rush

of the fall.

and just stay.

Photograph by Alessio Lin

waves

May 22, 2018 Biko5 Comments

it was an afternoon. the time was half past two and the sun rolled down the ocean. kissing it slightly. its reflection caught across ripples that made their way across to shore. we spoke.

in between. few and far. there were these absolute moments of silence. we bowed. cups of tea. slowly brewed. sipping.

the tides were slow. the sand was warm. the leaves flew in an ease. the breeze was soft.

i think those were the best moments. when it felt as though the oceans were right there. next to me.

strong

May 17, 2018April 20, 2019 Biko2 Comments

there is this idea

that you must fall

to rise.

wilter

to bloom.

that you are strong

because of your pain.

that your strength

is not yours.

– let it go

pouring

May 10, 2018 Biko2 Comments

there are nights

when darkness

shows us more

of who we are

than light

ever will

-spilling

Photograph by Priscilla Du Preez