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)”
Category Archives: Short reads
Purple
the temptress You could see the anger through her eyes. It was a look that could haunt anyone for the rest of their lives. The purple detail in her iris screamed out how desperate she was for power. Fear her! Fear her for her heart carries no mercy and her soul doesn’t fear death. SheContinue reading “Purple”
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”
What Ever it takes
How far would you go to feed an addiction?
SHE IS THE WORLD
Out of her the world’s nations were birthed and from her our master’s kin was raised.She is queen who isn’t afraid to tilt her head and pick up the world’s broken pieces. She is the wind, whisking away yesterday’s chaos from the world. She is healing from today’s pain and joy for your sorrow.She isContinue reading “SHE IS THE WORLD”
The Edge of Heaven
I confessed to him of the many times I just sat edge of the mountain to breathe, sometimes scream and cry. I’d break down and be the crazy, insecure and terrified woman that I won’t let him see.I watched the sun rise and shine over a new path of peace and tranquility . It illuminatedContinue reading “The Edge of Heaven”
Fly by my window
Butterfly fly by my window.Flap your beautiful wings painted with the colours of the sun.Remind me again of how creative the mater of creation is.How he is able to intricately place every detail into this marvellous tapestry.Remind me again of just how much he desires beauty.How he patiently waits for you to fully mature inContinue reading “Fly by my window”
Behind the mask
The journey of self acceptance isn’t an easy one. It is a silent battle that everyone fights through. It is a battle I have fought through. Despite the many demons I had to face I came out victorious and learned to love and appreciate myself even more.
Evenings within me (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)
The evenings within me; Hold an eternal sunset- In a space I often retreat to However often I get upset. The evenings within me; Hold symphonic orchestras, That play softly in my arrival And arouse me with arias. The evenings within me; Are my inner joy and peace, A resting place for my mind, AContinue reading “Evenings within me (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
Premier Amour.
Seeing that this is the first day in the month of love, I decided to focus on this four lettered feeling and share what I feel is note to my minnie me one day in the near future. Our mothers have always been our first love. Their journies of learning to love have not been the easiest but they choose to keep going and see what unfolds.
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Lots of love and happy new month. 🤗
