The Mundane Artist

The hour glass is pouring its sand to the other side and   You’re sitting in front of me.  There’s a candle lit and the shadows it makes  On your face, nay,  The way it highlights your face, every inch and corner like someone sat down and painted you whilst you sat  Still  Gazing  Calm  Smiling  I don’t think you can see me  I’m a ghost of a past you left in the past and never tried to bring to the present  Leave the past in the past, they say, but  How could you not even try to bring me to your present bring me to my present because now I lay dead and cold  Fluttering away grey and  Translucent  I see you  I see all of you  But you see through me  I have panic written all over my face  I glance at the hour glass and then at you  I asked for one last chance to look at you  To try and get you to bring me to your present  I wait, anticipating Every twitch...

According to Britannica, poetry is defined as "literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound, and rhythm" (Nemerov, 2020). The above is a formal definition, perhaps for the purpose of academia. It may not be important if at all.  To me, poetry has been everything that I have wanted it to be. I have defined poetry for myself and that is the beauty of poetry. It lets you define it. It gives you itself wholly and unapologetically.  Poetry is my life. It has given me so much. It has helped me.  I am writing this because it is officially National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) but also because this is something I felt like writing about. I feel like I owe poetry this much for all it has done for me.  Poetry has helped me through dire times. It didn't matter how subjective or objective the time that I was going through was. If it w...

Hyperbole  West opened  East ran to South.  East-West left timidly; they could have done well.  but  South chances  the king of hearts.  this is no exaggeration one declarer in a thousand would succeed  West neither led nor shifted  to  East. 

"midnight blue"  navy -blue navy unobtrusive dark blue  a down-to-earthness

Aries:  work                 family  a whirl- wind romance                  empty        lone- ly lost and dissipated. 

Sunrise                Sunset  Moonrise               Moonset 

Collision  A collision of  Sunday and Monday  braked just a short distance  beyond the signal

when we shifted to this land, complaints and formal letters creating traffic jams without permission. it has been more than six months we have not received a reply, and they call us illegal.

attack  the bodies (are)  known to attacks. 

Super Cup  final round; ready; neighbouring teams; under floodlights.