I am sharing this little piece today in preparation of what’s coming later today. A couple of poems I wrote are going to be appearing in an anthology book together with many other talented poets from Africa at large, available to download at 7:00pm (6:00pm CAT).
I stood by the window
Watching two petals fly
They danced to the beat of the wind
Twisting and twirling
Carefree and beautiful
A dance as old as time
I don’t want to be that girl
So, this beautiful lady started this poem…. She wrote the first five lines and I have attempted to complete and nail her vision.
Hello peeps Welcome to my #ugblogweek.
This is the first of 7 posts and I pray I that I don’t flake out.
*Deep breath* sooo here goes nothing…..
I am not a poet…not at all. The last time I tried to write a poem it went something like;
corruption corruption corruption
why are you in our country!
It’s terrible I know, but in my defense I was ten