i will stand miles away.
watching the shake
as it comes.
watching the break
as it falls.
watching the less
become more.
and still never
be ready for it.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Sydney Sims
Tag: creative writing
quake
raised hands
wavered in bustling rooms.
as chairs sank
and walls bled
and hearts drowned.
and there was a way
the world fell still.
and rose.
beneath.
all at once.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Sarah Diniz Outeiro
sunsets
I’ve been taking more pictures of sunsets.
I suppose
As a reminder
that endings can be beautiful too.
And come again.
© Hudson Biko
crisp
the air was crisp.
the sun was low.
the wind was soft.
there was so little.
that mattered so much.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Jeff Kepler
storms (a collaboration)
Had the opportunity to do another collaboration with the wondrous Nandita (in italics). Always thrilled and humbled to share my words with her.
there was a recklessness
to the blow
of the wind.
a fierceness
to the sway
of the tress.
a harshness
to the pour
of the rain.
a way the night
lived in its own rebellion.
there was serenity albeit
in the darkness of the night
a grace
to the shying
of the moon
a wisdom in
the way the skies burst open
buckled hearts
to usher in
a gust of purified breath
to wash away the stains
from stubborn minds
©Hudson Biko and Nandita Manan Yata. 2018.
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