what about. the chance
of gold. at the end
of rainbows.
of magic. in the
things we understand.
what happens
to that
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Velizar Ivanov
Tag: metaphor
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
i woke up late for work today
i woke up late for work today.
not that i wanted to.
the sparrow
did not crow.
the alarm
did not ring.
the birds
did not sing.
i found myself
at ten a.m.
with lingering lids.
that felt lighter
to open.
with a heart
beating at the bloom
of the day.
with a new life
pouring into the old.
it is a beautiful thing.
how the things
we want the least
can be the ones
we need the most.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Ryan Moreno
A Rush of Green (with Nandita)
Had the pleasure of doing another collaboration with the exceptional Nandita. Her majestic verse was absolute magic to write off.
when twilight shines
and pins it with a star.
when the cuckoo sings,
and the mountains stand tall,
when the birds chirp and
she looks at me
with the depth of an ocean,
when her lips tremble and
her eyes reveal all
that she wants
to kiss me as if
there is no morrow…
the cesspools of sorrow
hollow
at the seams
of translucent dreams.
as constellations of green
caught in the peal
of the iris
rush in beams
as quick
as the flow of seas
began by the gentle breeze
seized in serene of their peel
© Hudson Biko and Nandita Manan Yata. 2018.
questions
there are times when the leaves settle
against the blue of the sky.
and there are thoughts that linger
like
do you tell
yourself that
it was nothing
at all?
too?
or
do you
maze through
alleyways
filled with the haze
of days
you keep setting ablaze?
too?
or
did i only care
because
you cared?
(too?)
© Hudson Biko
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