Poem Inspired

Dos D'ane Pond

Narrow winding tracks

Clouds covering hills

Cascading water over cliffs

Carving chasms.

Welcome Home

Gazing through the aeroplane window as it descends over the pristine island of St. Kitts... taking memory shots with the view finder of my eyes and storing them in my mind's memory bank. The peaks of Nevis jutted behind the hills of Bird Rock...

As I exited the craft, a waft of fresh crisp breeze greeted me, complimented with warm tender kisses from SK sun...

I journeyed to the country side, evoking childhood memories as I gazed at the Mount Liamuiga.... and the surroundings. Dense patches of tamarind trees draped with its fruits and mango tress bedecked with blossoms. Coconut trees extending their necks to the gleaming sky.

I arrived to my destination... the country side; Grove Village, the yard. The breeze was dancing across my face; the fragrance of ripe guavas and mangoes were teasing my sense of taste, the ripened custard apples punctuated the medley. 

Birds weaved from trees to trees with remnants of dry grass to construct their homes. I observed keenly as they teamwork to add their straws.

The fence, was dressed in vibrant green which was spotted with white flowers with purple protrusions and frills. There were wax green and yellow fruits of bells. The bees danced from flower to flower...

Its amazing, when you are welcome home.

I retired for the night with the symphonic tunes from the night's orchestra. The band of crickets and whistling frogs. The light drumming of raindrops on the roof; shuffling from the breeze in the trees.

At the crack of dawn I was awaken by the boisterous clamour from the cocks and the early gossiping of the hens. I stepped outside, the soft grass tickled my toes and rubbed against my ankles. A friendly mosquito stopped by and gave me a french kiss on my leg. In the east, the rolling hills seemed ablaze with fire from the rising sun.  Mount Liamuiga appeared to be removing her fluffy hat and welcoming the warm hugs from the sun. The breeze slanted through the leaves; tree lizards exposed as they observed their surroundings.

It was just another day in paradise....complimented with  a visit from Reets! 

Living in the Moment

Living in the moment, learning from the past; paving the way today for today. As today is already the past and the future.

To Grow

Peel back the layers of life and you will see the desires... the longing of the heart. Sometimes the heart is reckless until it has found that which it has longed for.

We plant seeds in our life call relationships. Sometimes if the seeds are planted within the soil of faith, with an air of trust, a hope of light, watered with the essence of love, we will get roots of stability and strength.  The relationship can really blossom and bring forth fruit.

Then there are times when the hurricane of distrust sweeps in and begin to uproot some stability and strength within the core of that tree... branches begin to snap from here and there rendering some part of the tree fragile. Tears of leaves begin to fall, and you begin to feel like the hurricane is really taken you apart. Compose yourself, stop shaking for a moment and you will realise that your roots are still planted in faith and the air of trust has returned as you rely on you and the hope in yourself beams even brighter and the essence of your love for self keeps you grounded with every fibre, molecule, tissue, cell, muscle to bring you into alignment with wholeness.

This is when you embrace yourself. The tears of leaves and the broken branches are like stripping yourself of negative thoughts and allowing the positivity to sprout once more.

Only positive thoughts- new growth will help to elevate one's state of being.

AOP

"When you wholeheartedly adopt a "with all your heart" attitude and go out with the positive principle you can do incredible things." Norman Vincent Peale

Sugar Cane Kisses

I crave the taste of

your succulent sugar cane kisses

that dances

with my teeth and tongue

nibble by nibble

suck by suck

bold juices exudes into my mouth

seeping through 

the side of lips

leaving

tender imprints of syrupy crystallized kisses.

Death in Silence

as the rage in his eyes flickered like a fierce bolt of lightening

he pounced on her like a tiger on its prey

his hands crushed her like the teeth of  a carnivore

tasting its first blood, adrenaline rushed to his head

he tore into her 

bruised,

battered,

broken will,

impaled by the thorn of his infliction

paralyzed by anguish

as the cinders of brutality are about to claim her innocent life

black eyes,

broken bones,

from each acrimonious blow

her daughter’s tears,

a broken home

shredded hearts,

in fits of vehemence, a horrific solution

her memory flashed like a projected screen

reminding her when she didn't have to live with such fear

now it has faded with such rapidity 

like the waves that erased the footprints in the sand

she tasted the blood that gargled in the back of her throat

dark clouds surrounded her

while tears escaped her swollen eyes

muffled prayers  to God penetrated her mind to rescue her tormented soul

she's eager to live,

eager to grow old

eager to see her daughter's future unfold

but how could she, 

when her prayers go unanswered 

as she disembarked her earthly stature prematurely

March 3, 2010 AOP.