Echoes in Oblivion

Glossing silence over my lips,

Staring into oblivion's bliss,

Trolled by creeping thoughts

Meandering through the cerebral hallways 

I watched time in disbelief.

Having painted a couple of words

Without a crown to endorse

Pouring a wishing well portion 

Hoping fairies to pull a Cinderella

Trumping the trolls incharge.

I spilled my poison into her ear

Hoping to recover my smitten heart

In doubt, of what was to be

As her beauty had me twisted in blues

Praying for the cupid arrow not to miss.

Piped into ground

Misstepping to the feast

My soul wondered in the wild

Seeking an anchor home

Waiting her reply to zone me in.

Veins of Art

Photo by Gift Mutsonziwa

To those of us who splash words on paper

Who fears the stroke of the brush

As they paint what we hide & fear the most

Seeing the ink dry to cast a spell.

Before the world devours our soul

Vowed in syllables of fueling feelings construct

That keep chasing after our smiles

Yet with our tears, we paint art perfect.

So, we stand disallowed 

Scrubbing fear on canvas

Just to resale our grief

Molded into a rainbow bowtie

Excogitated to mean well.