it was one of those days
that began with the drizzle
of the sky
half past
the turn of the morning.
with clocks that run.
and soles that chase.
and days that stop.
and souls that ask
what are we running to
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Jack Finnigan
Tag: spilled ink
bleeding (a collaboration)
written with the wondrous Nandita (in italics). an incredible pleasure to have her on this.
there are nights
filled with crescent
moons that cut
at the tips
of stubborn hearts.
with stars
that dim
and veins
that pour
on sheets
of skies.
and angels
that cry.
and goodbyes
that linger.
and on such nights
of heartbeats sullen
from remembering
waned dreams,
breaths reek
of nostalgia
piercing through
pallid veins
to burst open
tears of poetry
waxes paths
dimly illuminated
by fallen stars
and some
still silent scars
© Hudson Biko and Nandita
seas
the puddles are scattered
across the indentations
of tatters
of leaves
and tress
that became seas
of mornings
that linger
on windows
and shadows
that stay.
there are times
when we open
the curtains.
and it is us.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Aaron Burden
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