Her Colours

February 21, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Red and white – coloursof a sister’s soul – I mournvibrancy’s passing. (Cee’s Flower of the Day.) Advertisements

Compatibility

February 19, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Delicate pink blushsubmits to passionate red –floral agreement. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Tree Fruit

February 18, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Luscious orange tree –symbol of tropical clime,sign that I’ve escaped. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Not a flower, but a beautiful sight all the same.)

Dynamic

February 7, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Fuchsia captivates,delicate veins erupting –explosive orchids. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Flower in Waiting

February 6, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Asserting fragrance,waiting on winged visit –flower hosts stray ant. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Red and Green

February 5, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A crimson latticeframes the verdant luxuryof velvety moss. (For Cee’s flower of the day.)

Like a Sunset

January 28, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Nature replicates –borrows fiery sunset hues,sets petals ablaze. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

The Siren’s Spell

Not for the weak of heart, this watery confinement – with brine-coated tongues and surly dispositions, went the submarine crew to their depths, braved the absence of daylight, sold their souls to Poseidon’s entombment. Some say it was the fumes, sulphurous as Hell’s own funk that warped the minds of hardy men, robbed them of […]

Fluttering

Somewhere inside, beneath the noise of to do’s, or regrets, buried so deep, that I disbelieve it exists, and yet… there it is – pulsating in sleep, disrupting idle moments – a hum, a breeze, a niggling, as if I’ve trapped passion, like a firefly, jarred it in some inner cellar… and still, it glows […]

What’s In a Name?

What’s her name? Simple question from mother to son – recognizing the love-lifted joy of his countenance. I cannot tell, said he, you’ll ask too many questions. Do I know her? No, Mom, she’s Somali. And Muslim. I felt my whiteness and all its privilege slap me, stumbled Of course she is welcome, of course […]

One Woman's Quest II

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