To read, to write (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Literacy is a gift; Often not realised, Literacy literally- Gives access to other minds. To read is to think; Through another minds thought, An acquisition of perspective, A way to be taught. To write is to share oneself; Across minds and across time, To be transposed into script, To be indelible in time… By :Continue reading “To read, to write (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

THE MASTER’S PIECES

The master artist molded numerous vessels, each with a unique shape, colour and pattern. He carefully and neatly placed every detail so that it could tell a beautiful story about him. And on each of his creations he placed his appendage, making it is to identify his work. Many other artists tried to imitate hisContinue reading “THE MASTER’S PIECES”

Amused by music(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

The feel of the silence; The poetry in the sound, The beauty in the phrase- The spell to which I’m bound. The resolution of harmony; The charm of resonance, The well tampered chaos- The art in dissonance. The craft of rhythm; The flow of melody, The patience before cadence- The resolution of harmony. It’s whereContinue reading “Amused by music(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Of a writers fear(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Has my best poem Already been written? If I made another recital Would you be there to listen? Have I set a bar so high That I may never reach it? Will my poems ever touch you In the way they once did? Have I already piqued The limits of my creativity? Is there anythingContinue reading “Of a writers fear(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Pre-zen-t (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I wonder what it’s like To live in the present To be fully absorbed by A single moment I often imagine it As a feeling of pure bliss Absolute engagement Devoid of anxiety and stress To let go of the past To stress even less about the future To master both in the present AsContinue reading “Pre-zen-t (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Warriors (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I know you’re fighting battles; Deep within yourself, I understand what it means- To be at war with oneself. I know you can’t always talk about it; I understand the risks of vulnerability. I know there’s much you’ve kept inside, Buried deep in secrecy. I know your joy is an impression; You smile only toContinue reading “Warriors (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

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