still as a lake frozen in time
i sat in the audience
the time is here thaw i must
my inside roll as with sweat off a glass
...
I hear of nations
Sleek like eel
Of road networks
Twisting like my ma's waterleaf stem in her tiny farm
...
I Was little
And Everything Was Big
My Daddie Was An Iroko Tree
Tall And Huge
...
fall rain, dont stop yet
glid through my grains, your work is not done yet
reach my core
keep falling, wash away the dirt placed in me
...
Public Speaking
still as a lake frozen in time
i sat in the audience
the time is here thaw i must
my inside roll as with sweat off a glass
a top a mountain a bird chrip my name
fingers of underbrush snake up my back
again from the podium my name is announced
sputtering for control i pop as with corn on fire
claps of thunder, thunderous applause cheer me on
it feels like in a box for there's no air its all gone
i gather my woods my wits my all
one step foward another step
even as the floor beckons on my weight
i watch as i make my way up to the platform
gripping the mike i look down at the sea of eyes
i see myself still clutching the arm rest
as like a life line i would drown if i let go
if i'm up here who is that sitting in a net
then i knew what i must do to break away and return to me
i must find the olive branch seek dry land i must speak
as with the start of rain in its season my words came and halted
then it gained strength then it gained tempo
i look in the crowd and i see me no more for am with me up on the platform and i am speaking and the fright is all gone
chenna linda
I love u so much. Your writing is inspiring