the sun lingers
between the branches.
holds the spaces
vacated by the silence
of the leaves.
it is all so bare.
and so full.
a light.
so bright.
reduced
to shadows.
// hudsonbiko
Tag: poets
rebirth (revisited)
there are times
when i do not fear
the fall.
when i look at the streams
run down the earth.
and think.
of all the ways.
the pour
helps the flowers
rise.
// hudsonbiko
glisten
hues of blue
unfold
across the canvas
of scattered clouds.
the wind is dim.
and the sun is crisp.
and there are hearts
that are aching.
for what could
have been.
somewhere
// hudson biko
melt
feel.
the whisper
of the wind.
and the splatter
of the sea.
touch.
the flutter
of the wings.
or the scatter
of the song.
witness.
the sky
as it breaks.
for days
on end.
take in.
all
of the ways.
the earth feels.
and ache
© Hudson Biko
the room with the red walls
cover the rooms
in scars.
leave your sadness
on the mirrors.
paint
the walls
in crimson.
swallow your
h(u/ea)rt
whole
presenting my second chapbook, the room with the red walls:
a few excerpts:
we were sitting
on the dinner table.
listening to the songs.
the words
wove
off the curve
of the glass.
the sun was low.
the room
was bright.
the shatter
was quiet
//
it was summer
there is a way
the sky
sheds
its grief
that
i
am longing for
//
set
do you listen
to the stories
and believe
in their endings.
in the suns
that set.
and the moons
that rise.
and the stars
that shine.
because
it is so dark
//
hope
missed you all. missed this. deeply.
© Hudson Biko. 2021. All Rights Reserved.
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hudson biko 