Her jet black eyes absorb the world around her.
Leaving nothingness in their wake.
When she cries, their mirror like surface
seems to Reflect her soul.
Her teardrops are beads of crystal.
Sparkling from their umpteen facets,
Hanging from her eyelids, as though,
Hanging from the fringes of sorrow.
She mourns there beloved. 'tis as though,
There were no tomorrow.
In her anguish, she pleads for a new hope
And as she cries, traversing her desolation,
The sun tore open the gloomy grey clouds,
Anointing her in it's light.
As is to say, dry your eyes, fear no more.
She turned her veiled head skywards in reply.
Consoling herself in the warm radiance.
She might survive him yet!
He had been a pillar of support, her life's love.
Now, there he laid in a fancy rectangle, at rest!
She smiled, brushing the raindrops from his face.
' even the heavens cries' she thought.
Soon, he will reside in his earthly home, forever!
What will she do with herself now?
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Stieve Fernandez
Hello am a 36 year old Jamaican national three years into my journey of creative writing
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The stream
The stream in the backyard Overflowed its banks yesterday. Displacing the solitary mud crabs. Who burrowed into its cool soft banks? They scrambled to find a place of refuge. As the waters swelled inching, Creeping into their homes. The crickets leapt crisscrossing. Seeking refuge around the yard, From the impeding deluge. Centipedes barrage unto vertical surfaces. Procuring higher ground. This was preceded by the cockroaches Scared for their lives. I have always been amazed by nature! Studying her signs and cues. Tells stories unknown to most A fleet of scattering roaches Has always led to the revealing Of giant centipedes on the prowl Quite the formidable huntress. When hermit crabs mount trees in troves A hurricane is imminent! Then there is the winged ants! Scattering! They leave their hills. Swarming where dry ground is found. As if they have some secret Wi-Fi Making wireless messages to announce the find. They transport pearly eggs between their feet Preserving the hive, abandoning the home. I once saw a mongoose. Playfully stalking a white bellied dove. He’d prance onto branches of low shrubs Not unlike a kitten! Then summersault off in an effort A very acrobatic one I may add. To procure his meal. Must be a delicacy Good hunting Mr. Mongoose.
By Stieve Fernandez4 years ago in Poets
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