Hunger II

They’re consumed by

a different type of hunger

;

The type of hunger

that can never truly

be filled.

 

© Hudson Biko

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Clouds

Clouds sparsely

scattered across

shades of blue

we call skies.

 

Rays relentlessly

radiating

outer shells

we call skin.

 

Leaving us breathless.

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Desert

their blood

p

o

u

r

s

on the desert

whilst they

blurt for the blood

of others on the ballot.

 

©

Taxi Musing

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I was sitting in the car, eating the banana he bought me.

he bought two
but i can only assume
he wasn’t too
hungry
because he gave me the bigger one.

I never asked for it. I never even said I was hungry. But he gave it to me.
And in return, all I could say was the customary thank you.

He didn’t know it but that was my first meal of the day. Created out of
an instantaneous interaction from a succession of unpredictable actions.

In a myriad of other realities, I could have been anywhere else or with anyone else. But I wasn’t. In its own way, the universe conspired to put me exactly where I was meant to be. With exactly who I was meant to be with.

Sometimes, that is all there is. A collation of ‘random’ moments and actions morphing into exactly what we need.

© Hudson Biko

Thank You Stephen! 🙂

I Stood There

I stood there

In a patch of dirt

That

somehow supported

maize stalks

and

side walks.

Both preceding

hues of green

in the form of tress

That gathered

in patches we call forests

,

Each fathered

By birds, herds

and

swarms

of bees

floating in a breeze

Broken only  by  the hills.

Hills

that

rolled

into

the

Sunrise

.

I stood there

 

thinking about how this isn’t everywhere

Thinking.

Then stopping

myself because

this was

beautiful.

Breathing in the untouched air

marveling in its tranquility

and its innocence.

 

I stood there,

 

in a patch of dirt,

that somehow supported maize stalks and side walks.

© Hudson Biko

via Daily Prompt: Aesthetic