Friday, 9 December 2016

Perfect Snow....It's Cold Outside

Cold season is upon us again. Here is one I froze some five years ago. It's very cold, but enjoyable. Hope you find it so. You can read the original post here.

Perfect Snow

The joy of cleaning windows is that I
see the dirt you leave behind  
Like your treacherous torso,
a winter of discontent stretches before me
You smile and I bleed unseen blood on snow
peaks of perfectly reconstructed teeth

Between fluorescent smiles of unblemished
brightness, red lips poised to sing:
Merry Christmas darling mine
I am a man with bruised insides and misled toes
‘Pity time does not always announce a
change of plan while you get central heating

in your extremities. Your blue Xmas
offering I watch with new eyes
and a hardened heart. Just don’t
get to the black ice beneath the snow, be careful
Caution left this home of unbridled lust
Sold to Ebenezer scrooge, the reason

love is a four letter word. 

©Adura Ojo - November 29, 2011

Tuesday, 6 December 2016

Changing Faces...Moving Forward


It's been a while.

I could not be here because I was lost. Just when I thought I'd arrived, every corner carried the placard: 'not there yet.' There is a lot I can say about how I'd lost a sense of who I was particularly in the last seven to ten years. I don't quite remember how it started and why it took so long. Middle age (and the years leading to it) found me unprepared and almost robbed me of my sanity. My head dealt with it somewhat quietly while my heart screamed in a strange place where no one could hear her. Now managing my fog on the brain and battered self, I realize I'm what I was and always will be. A woman. A survivor. A writer. I am writing again. 

Soprano to Contralto

leaves, teabags
pyramids I climb
honey, milky way
a moonbeam
let a teardrop
read cookies
spell cackle

scalpel edges
big scene
...trim laces
on sun dance

add lace
corset era
lose dark hues
add rose
dash of green

earthy tones
touch of amber
brush strokes
brown revolt

soiled fingers
crease palms
lemon easels
oil, sun
serenade dreams
made of this

 ©Adura Ojo 2014
(Poem originally Written and posted here September 2014)