The train rolls into Peachtree Center Station,
Thick black braids projecting
North South East and West.
She heads south on the platform.
Moving in step behind her
Trusting her built-in compass
A coiffed hair-do and
A proper bespoke suit.
His meeting is southwest
At the Ritz Carlton.
Black mascara over blond,
Stiletto heels and all.
She has time to kill at
Café Hard Rock.
Ping Pong paddles in tow,
He heads west with alacrity.
The World Congress Center has
An All-Star show.
The comings and goings of folk
In this spherical gray passageway,
Dry coconut husks adorn
Solid gneiss walls
Cut from the strata of the earth.
A moving stairway towers ahead
To a bright light in the sky.
Multitudes of screaming blue tiles
Plastered to the left and to the right
Cry out in the light
And die in the solitude of darkness.
She sucks unrepentantly
At the marrow
Lodged between her teeth.
No. 3 at KFC.
Who’s scared? She quips.
The two-minute perpendicular ride,
An ascension that kindles
Heart-racing secretions in the gut,
Reminding folk of origins
120 feet into the crevasses of the earth.
Refined or not,
Folk share a
Within the body of humanity.
Those patterns etched into your face
Are tears carved under my eyes
Draining through the mask.
A glacial screen
The landscape of my life
Frozen into the familiar.
As men in their folly
Plunder the spoils of the earth.
Face-to-face you say
Do not weep for me
Weep for yourself
And for your children.
For the Sahara
And its spreading.
For your soul
Marooned on an
Island of dreams
Copyright © Hana Njau-Okolo. All Rights Reserved
Where did this wonderful new writer (Hana Njau-Okolo) appear from? How come I never heard of her before, this Hana Njau-Okolo? Truly impressive. I will be following your fascinating work very closely. Want to see if you have books, poems and or novels out there in print. Your language conjures wonderful imagery and your grammar impeccable. You must have a terrific imagination. Keep on writing. By Enascoh S. Lee Bollowor
I forgot to say, ‘nice hair’ too! Go girl!
Nature as foundation of truth and life.
I love it!! thanks for sharing your talent.
And the great mountain will hear the wailing of her children, and just as it has been for millenia, she will reshuffle the dried bones of the children into her belly, as she did with the rash greens of dinasaur land that now lay in the guts of the Sahara
this work contain excellent command of nature expression,and eclectic piece,which describe beauty of creativity and genuine intent of the creator.
Wonderful writing as always. Keep it up.:-)
Fantastic, you were born to write. Can’t wait to see your work published it’s very long overdue.
About time you got recognized globally, too talented to be secluded!!. Love it, excellent as always!!. I am always looking forward to reading all of your work!!.
Thank you for sharing.
You are the most electrifying person I know. Keeping SHINING!!
Pithy and powerful!
Moving, delightful with a mastery of the prose… you are certainly allowed to post on the KDN website
You make reading a pleasure. Keep it up, coz you work continues to inspire me.
What a touching poem I am realy soothed wih your poem kililmanjaro,may also read mine also titled kilimanjro