Hear my call among the woods of silence.  Find me waiting among the alleys your breath runs.
Hold my soul and feel my skin to its core.
And within the puffs of your pen's breath,keep me safe,
And still,among meadows of your emotions.

Swaying leaves will dance to the tune of your serene voice.
Sitting still, my heart bursts & rejoices
Caressing beneath your shadow, it is my sole choice.
And when my pen writes its course, you remain my feeling's noise.
That paints the doors of my silence
I will tell your tales to the ground beneath our feet
And still send you letters through the chirps and squeals of nature's beings
In remembrance, I will carve sculptures of your soul
Breath into it, the air of our laughter
Lay on the palm of my hands,
To many embraced forever mores.
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Poem by @LETTERSOFJULIET &  @ADHIAMBO.AGORO .

(Home from the daisied meadows where You linger yet...) __________________________________________
I wish to hear your voice in the blue of our skies
I wish to pinch your cheeks and hear the whispers from your lips,
As soft wind to my ears.
Reminds me of when we used to count the hairs of my head
The journeys we both went for, have added times to our calendars
Life's impatience triggers me to send pleasure-birds,
Past the unending skies in great paces towards the Western hills... They bring me your gallery
I see us sitting on shoreless seas facing our distant suns
I feel the endless romances that blended us with the moonset at starting
The silent voices I hear, still, will live with me.
The loveliness of your soul, is a want of Mother to see Son again.
I will sit among the many stones whose rocky scents savour our artless souls
That yearn for a new picture of our shadows cast on walls.
I Smile amid cries
My Hope... I will see you again.

©ADHIAMBO AGORO

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These are the last everlasting days.
And nights we wish to pluck hopes from rays of sun and sing songs of Us.
I, Your diamond in the dust,
You, lights I yearn for in the night of my dreams
And heart says, "I wish to marry my own son"
A soul like me that walks on my ground... And on these cheeks , chubby, I pinch
As eyes blink and dark clouds lighten
We die in smiles hoping to resurrect in laughter.
You are the calvary hidden in the fields of my cathedrals
I'll still kiss your beautiful palms and hide you in rainbow shells
And for the fruits of your tree,
I pray for more northerly days
That their ripeness be the wine you drink from your cup
And even when the winds try to blow the count of your lashes,
Your shadows will lie on the sundials of my heart
Long letters from me will wander all the way to you like lost winter birds
Son,
Hours crawl, minutes drag, their linen wear out
I will still be here.. In the dance of patience and rhythms of humility
Waiting for you, in the tiniest hut of time.

Happy Birthday Son.
I Love You.

LOOMING CLOUDS

LOOMING CLOUDS

Am staring at screens
That promised future and blessings
I constantly dressed in Aaron's robes
And led kingdoms of tiny termites
In these caves made of mud
Musings swept away by tiny drips
Margins of this life are serrated
Stems bleeding out
I carry tiny cups to salvage a little sap from these leaves
Oh feet that carry me
Cracks behind you are open
I no longer compare you to my palms
Skin to skin...I scratch harder
Skin dust like flour, fly with the wind
For mercy and hope to find.
Walked harder here...
My tweaky knees and scraggy self
My strength wanes restricting the mileage of a path so narrow
I hear age calling...
Whispers of the innocent too at thought.
I lay on the seabed of my dreams
I hold the hand on my son
I kiss the cheeks of my daughter.
Sunday rituals days on posters pinned on my seventh finger
Horn blow whose message is thin on the ground
I'm lost gazing at the immense heavens above
I listen to the tales of Llao and Skell
A yearn to drink water from Mount Mazama...
Let me carve a name I remember
Put sculptures of the ones I bore
Eat from tables I once cleaned
Melt snow that took a bit of life from me
Restoring sanity...I will sit here
To recall old days when I was king and queen.
Maybe my poor mastery will bear little stars...again.

          ©ADHIAMBO AGORO
 

IMAGE BY VanAlbert Photography.

©Edwin Albert

UNTRACED CRAWLS

UNTRACED CRAWLS

I needed one ghost -
Hope
I needed another too -
Love.
They happen to be the last winter birds left
After the cold of a snowy desert took the life of the ones left of me
I will dress in an overcoat and walk in search of these two ghosts
The super murky eyes of my little son looks at me with hope
Hoping to hold the moon by hand
By calling the stars of the night to come light our paths

I flip each piece of paper in my endless books
Right from the back pages where the story is mostly interesting
I long for sunlight and yesterdays
But the carvings of my lost walls keep calling
What's left?
Ask my son.

FRAUGHTS OF US...

Father of our children,
I come with a complaint from my sacred books
For their security and paths that they protect
Walls that only them can read from
A claim,a thought and a wish
Fuck this goddamn list of a dark angel
An angel whose paths you've slashed grass off
I'm part of your rib..open for my rivers to flow
The water you've fetched from my wells is only mud left
Tasks and talents that went to waste
Like a woman living on borrowed time
Gasping for the last breaths of her life
Breaths that moments you created took away...
Open your pages..letters and phrases of your petitions
I'm listening....

Part of my ribs,
Its tough walking through your so-called paths
Full of thorns and dark roses
Passing my fingers to literally read between hidden lines
Damn you woman!!
I labor on...I hate...
The circles you make me run the round only for o meet a campsite of the our endless 'loaded phrases'
You've built me so many times only for you to break me in seconds
Do the moons and stars even know my face?
The tongues and riddles you speak...Damn!!
Here you go again
One little thing,a tiny pleasure
And you run away as a scorned antelope
You sunk in tradition as if I would take back my ribs
Fatigue's part of my being...you talk and talk
Without showing me where to kiss to enhance your time on earth
Don't I seek to make you happy
And don't you posses faith,woman??

Man,
Ever realized that my sacred books are most open to you?
That invisible keyhole that only you has the key?
I let you caress the pages to the cover
I took you to the moons and turned you to stars
Stars that I got married to
We swung on each orbit and felt the wind's oxygen
My Significant Other
Now you see...
To hell and back...
I pity the solitary streets we walked on
Pieces of us shattered on the sidewalk
I could pick them to admire our other side...
Yes...You called me
Woman is listening....speak Man... Speak!!
Hear screams from my inner self...
Calls from my inner cry..
The beats of this heart and the thoughts of this brain....are venom...

I shall worship you today, tomorrow or any day
Woman, my heart aches for your touch
Do I have to cry out for you
Aren't those tiny moments enough to let you seek my hand?
Woman, are you listening to me?

Yes..I have listened..heard and taken it all in
I will let you feel my love....touch that only us can feel
Fires that only us would put out

I love you Man
I love you Woman