A Horizon Help

  • Welcome readers, I’m glad to present a collaboration poem I wrote with Aston Kamunde, a writer who I’ve written poems with in the past. When he gave me the draft for this poem, I was intrigued immediately. I had to be meticulous with editing and adding my contributions. With that said, I’m proud of the quality of this piece, and I hope you’ll enjoy it. Lastly, I included below Aston Kamunde’s blog site URL so you can check out his work. Copy the link into the web address or search his name on WordPress. As always, peace and keep it real.
  • https://astonkamunde.wordpress.com/

The dawn began spreading faster and faster

Grasping a pen with hot fingers

Eyes radiating with focus

Staring at expressive hands

That wouldn’t relinquish determination

The sharp scrapping of his pen picking up strength 

The sunrise horizon his muse 

At first, the pen ran dry

But suddenly with much persistence

Words began pouring with great speed

Nothing to impede the message

Every stanza more exquisite than the last 

Dark quivering thoughts painted on an old canvas 

But with every passing minute 

All the dark spaces illuminated like a series of matchsticks

All anger growing watery and blended with sudden liberation   

Glutton for an intellectual feast 

Nourished with a new disposition

Every word made his pupils dilate 

The sunshine emanating on every corner of his page

He inhaled a cold draft of fresh air

Which brought forth a memory 

Of a friend from the past

Restoring balance and confidence 

To continue writing without inhibitions 

A limb has fallen from the family tree 

  • This poem is dedicated to the memory of my good friend known by his family and friends as “The Josh”.

Disbelief sets in 

I can’t stand still 

Bodies converge on my personal space 

To get on this train

I know it’s not their fault

But it feels personal 

‘Cause the following days will never be the same 

Countless dialogue through the years 

A lot pleasant, dare I say riveting 

And some contentious 

But the bond remained solidified 

A fallen brother,

The best fallen voice I will always remember 

A limb has fallen from the family tree 

Your homies will remember you lived life with conviction 

You’ve connected souls that will carry your enthusiasm 

No matter how succinct

No matter how busy

No matter how tired 

No matter how frustrated 

No matter the issue 

Your homies will be present for one another 

‘Cause know this 

We will all depart from this plane of existence one day

But our remnants of life will remain 

So the ones we leave behind 

Can celebrate our name 

And history will burst 

One love and until we reunite 

Rest easy

The bird that swallowed the worm

  • I came across this art and poem and it intrigued me to share it here. Enjoy. 
  • All work is credited to the artist @Nwankwo Levi
  • “Poetry has risen”

“They said you are the bird with

The greatest muscles, that you are the

Bravest amongst the cabin of Aves, that in your

Abode no one trades, even among preys no one saves, but in this strange cave you have trodden, where tales of stubborn worms were once told.

They said you are the bird with the sharpest beak, that you see the heart of the ocean

From the highest peak, that in the den of phylum no one speaks, even at the rise of your

Shadow everyone sneaks, but there is a tiny

Worm with the greatest technique, who has been undisputed week by week.

Before the sun goes down, the gods shall call, for in the wings of time, your plight shall sail, for you have eaten the sacrifices kept for the gods, you have known no boundaries through your might.

These tales I know shall abound, when the deers shall thirst for water, these myths shall dwell, even in the temple of the hungry ravens, for there is a tiny stubborn worm, who has defied the belly of the smartest bird.

“The bird that swallowed

the stubborn worm”  

@Nwankwo Levi

“Poetry has risen”

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