finding stars…..by Su’eddie Vershima Agema

In every one of life’s endeavors, there are learners (like me☺) and there are masters. There are those who are willing to share knowledge, no matter what level of learning they’re at. This is the case of my friend Su’eddie Vershima Agema. I once called him a critic but now I see him as a friend who simply wants to add value.

 

Su’eddie writes poetry with his head 😉 (correct me if I’m wrong) and he’s very particular about those technicalities of poetry.👌

The poem below, which is written in classical Su’eddie style tells us that sometimes, in searching for that faraway treasure, we end up realizing, that the treasure we sought all along, eluded us because we didn’t look within.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present Su’eddie Vershima Agema. 👏👏👏

 

finding stars

he looked up to the skies;
it reflected the darkness that lay at the bottom of his heart
he searched for the stars but they were absent
he smiled sadly

he wasn’t going to be low too long
for he knew that beyond those blankets, the stars shone

he took a deep breath, closed his eyes
kissed the air and searched for the stars once more
this time he found a million sparkles
deep within his soul…

Finding Me…..by Me

This next guest post is by The Short Black Girl, who simply wants to be known as Me.  Me writes from her soul and you can tell she has a beautiful heart. In this poem about self-discovery, you will meet her and perhaps understand that all of us have our foibles, no matter what facade we exude. Enjoy!

Finding Me

_{In moments of wait,}

_{When I, turned up}

_{Against the ticking clock,}

_{Tick- tock, tick- tock,}

_{Grow scared and weary,}

_{Alone, and forgotten,}

_{Waiting for hope,}

_{Waiting for joy,}

_{Waiting for love,}

_{And promises and dreams;}

_{I suck on breath,}

_{Yet I wait to die–}

 

_{I am always waiting;}

_{For inchoation, for the end.}

_{Through cacophonic melodies}

_{Chaos and peace}

_{Dawn turns to dusk}

_{Hide, seek; moments become memories.}

_{So I get lost sometimes}

_{In the endless wait;}

_{Who was I, who am I,}

_{And even tomorrow,}

_{Will I matter?}

 

_{More questions, and I wait}

_{Again. Waiting is lonely,}

_{And Change empties me,}

_{Yet I wait, again and again–}

_{For the excitement of anticipation}

_{The numbness of uncertainty,}

_{The chance of a new beginning,}

_{Alone, by myself.}

_{Because people}

_{Take away the magic–}

_{Of the frantic heartbeat}

_{And the wrecking nerves,}

_{The praying lips}

_{And the eyes, awake and keen.}

 

_{I wait,}

_{For every time I get lost}

_{In the sudden swiftness of change}

_{I find myself a little bit more.}