I'm sitting at the table
across empty chairs
thinking of the ones
who once sat there
...
From the depths of slumber
I become aware of You
in the dark static stillness
seeking me
...
An exquisite sight-
a swirl of creamy white
velvety petals
on a perfect rose
...
Adiela Akoo is a South African Indian poet/ writer whose poems have been published in various journals and anthologies. Lost in a Quatrain is her debut collection Find out more here: https: //www.facebook.com/AdielaAkoo/ https: //twitter.com/AdielaAkoo https: //www.instagram.com/adiela_akoo/ https: //adielaakoo.wixsite.com/writer)
Pre-Natal
I remember how anxious you were
to be free
of the placenta
kicking and pushing
trying to expand your world
and always when I settled down for a rest
as if urging me
to get up and rock you
with the motions of my daily routine
you loved your father even then
lulled by the sound of his voice
you'd grow quiet
as he ever so gently
stroked my bulging tummy and you
then we'd both drift off to sleep
A whipping tongue scathingly lashes a false sense of power failing to reflect that a tongue portrays the character of its possessor!
But the words refuse to come, like they did in my bed, so it may very well be said that my very best work, remained in my head!
and I pondered this curiously crazy life and the things I failed to grasp as a girl but thought I understood now as a softer, wiser woman I thought about life and death... I thought about tonight's dinner menu too...
What is this life that wraps us up in tests? That has us fleeing the demons of yesterday, only to find them further down the path, waiting to trip us up again?
Life is not something we put on the back burner hoping to get to live further down the line
It is from the overflow of our cup that we give off our best to others
Poets are cut from a tender cloth that covers our world in beauty
Poetry is intimacy between poet and reader. It is revealing your truth and feeling safe acceptance in the unveiling.
Make time to do the things you love, the things that balance and ground your energy...the things that cause your cup to overflow
How shall we fill the cup of another if ours is empty? And how do we go about filling our cup? It begins with the self! Self care. Self love. Self development. Self discipline. Self knowledge... understand the world within, in order to understand the world without. Know thyself in order to understand that which is greater than thyself!
We cannot give to others what is lacking within us
I AM crazy and bold enough to think that I CAN change the world... one poem at a time... one heart at a time...
I AM crazy and bold enough to think that I CAN change the world... one poem at a time
I AM crazy and bold enough to think that I CAN change the world...
I AM crazy and bold enough to think that I CAN change the world.... one heart at a time
Someone mentioned your name today, Took me down memory lane, To a time very much younger, A time more pure, more sane
'A drop of PURE LOVE contains an ocean of transformative power... '
'A drop of PURE LOVE contains an ocean of transformative power... never underestimate the ripple effect...'
'Burn the dad news, I don't want it! Give me instead SOUL FOOD, from within I want to be lit!
I sent this to your Pre-Natal poem: 'Once I figured out where each sentence began and ended, I 'loved' the poem, ...but it was aggravating once or twice because the author neglected to capitalize the start and punctuate the end of each sentence.: ( bri ' four stars : )