catherine john
I art with words | I art with fabric | I art with locs
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It wasn't really the rain
Outside in the rain, I parted my lips to taste the drops but oh salty. Then I realized the hot liquid from my lids wasn’t just a mirage, that my face wasn’t bathed only with the raindrops, that the knots in my belly wasn’t just the chills of the rain, that my rapid pants weren’t that I danced to the rhythm of the drops. Truthfully, it wasn’t really the rain, the illusion paints were almost exhausted and I was slowly embracing reality. I couldn’t paint the false drops no more, Hard a...
My oasis
You crawled in steadily and slowly When the streaks of pitch dryness circumscribed my entire being When the silence gave out the echoes of my fast thudding heart and when my lips subconsciously curved in a smile I knew.... my love has come #ValentineOnNircle
with love
Dear mine, It’s remarkable how we’ve come this far, verses are not enough to say how much of worth you are to me. It’s been a ride of bumpy and sleek but I am glad we still held on, even at points we almost gave up and lost it all. It’s amazing how I smile every time I look at you and it feels so surreal that you are mine. It’s how heart melting and beautiful your lips curl into an extraordinary grin causing me exclaim "God is the greatest sculptor" Its prodigious how your presence mak...
My pen,paper and love
Dear Valentine, I confess to you that, my pen bleeds over and over for you, even when my heart says not true, even when I beg this blazing furnace to stop burning and this organ to stop beating. My paper begs to be the earthly archive of my wanderings of you and how bad I choose to hide. Even when I tell it to curl up and form an almost hideous thing to push away the kisses of my pen, adamant it remained. Even when alas, I thought rest has come, slowly and painfully resurfacing the restlessness ...
Take me
Take me there, Where whispers could be heard from nooks, a heart to the other it yearns for. Where the roses fail not to bloom and the thorns beg to hide. Where my heart will be in perfect sync, with the one whom for me Cupid has shot the surest arrow. Where the gods will envy our love, for they wouldn't see anything so fiery, not even a taste of this type of wine, our love. Where I will watch out for prying looks underneath lashes of my kind, for you will be mine to keep. Where I will make you ...
keep me close
"keep me close" I chanted and it seemed dear Nile heard for her rhythmic ripples danced to my mantra far from been coy she was. Soon my palms clapped as they met accompanied by a barely audible hum The fishes in the deep Congo twirled in sync it seemed my distinct tempo pleased them so. Along the banks of the Niger arose a great harmony from the mouths of the labourers underneath the Elaesis guineensis sang "close will we stay,for by the waters we are bound" I smiled as I heard the bellow ec...
It begs to be felt
Dear recipient of my wanderings, they say terrors come with the dark but they don't know it also accompanies the sun and even the brightest day is not void of it It sneaks in and licks up the strongest organ whilst it cries "pain needs to be felt" They don't know the day is now the new night They don't know it stings and turns the sturdy feeble the healthiest limbs wobbly It sips on the brightest soul like it is a glass of red wine nibbling on the plump like it is the baker's cake Yet they sa...
YOU
..even when alas I thought rest has come yet again resurfaced the restless and loud thuds of my heart The crispy sensation and relentless urge to enhance intercourse between my ink and the white sheet The persistence to yield and let the musings of you gain the sceptre until the you it wanted is perfectly painted... Catherine Dafuus #poetry #poetryquotes #Nirclepoetry #poetrycommunity
