C.C. Kuuya's Blog, page 3
June 11, 2015
Unlocking Happy
Filed under: Chick LIt, Unlocking Happy Tagged: Free ebook, KindleUnlimited, womens fiction; chick lit; contemporary womens literature
March 28, 2015
Unlocking Happy
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Filed under: Unlocking Happy Tagged: womens fiction; chick lit; contemporary womens literature
February 14, 2015
Poems about Love for Valentines -2
His Trumpet
I heard it before I saw it.
A resounding rhythm
that sang not to the ears
just straight through the soul.
Harmonies mesmerising
lullabies soft, addictive;
beating at one with the heart.
It begged to theme all dreams.
.
The more I heard
the more I desired
to become the subject
of the trumpet song.
©Chipo Kuuya 2004
Filed under: Love
February 13, 2015
Poems About Love for Valentines – 1
The heart no longer knew
the strings
or connections
to a smile.
Lost to feeling
It sang no song of joy
and its hurt had no healing.
Till your smile
taught it to sing
drumbeats of pure sunshine.
© Chipo Kuuya 1999
Filed under: Loneliness
January 28, 2015
awakened – a repost
I awakened at four am
To the voice of my soul
With clarity
It was laid out
What I needed to see, to know, to be
The mist shifted
At last I knew
My deepest truths
Had all been waiting to flow
I just needed to awaken
From the nightmare of thought
That got me to this point
I shall not slumber again
For this now
Is where I ought to be
Filed under: Poetry
January 25, 2015
On conformity
I would like to share a poem that’s strongly resonates with me especially when I feel misunderstood. The writer is unknown but enjoy anyway …..
On conformity
He always wanted to explain things
But no-one cared
So he drew
Sometimes he would draw and it wasn’t anything
He wanted to carve it in stone
Or write it in the sky
He would lie out on the grass
And look up at the sky
And it would be only the sky and him that needed saying
And it was after that
He drew the picture
It was a beautiful picture
He kept it under his pillow
And would let no one see it
And he would look at it every night
And think about it
And when it was dark
And his eyes were closed
He could still see it
And it was all of him
And he loved it
When he started school he brought it with him
Not to show anyone but just to have it with him
Like a friend
It was funny about school
He sat in a square brown desk
Like all the other square brown desks
And he thought it should be red
And his room was a square brown room
Like all the other rooms
And it was tight and close
And stiff
He hated to hold the pencil and chalk
With his arms stiff and his feet flat on the floor
Stiff
With the teacher watching
And watching
The teacher came and smiled at him
She told him to wear a tie
Like all the other boys
He said he didn’t like them
And she said it didn’t matter
After that they drew
And he drew all yellow
And it was the way he felt about morning
And it was beautiful
The teacher came and smiled at him
“What’s this?” she said
“Why don’t you draw something like Ken’s drawing?”
“Isn’t that beautiful?”
After that his mother bought him a tie
And he always drew airplanes and rocket ships
Like everyone else
And he threw the old picture away
And when he lay out alone and looked out at the sky
It was big and blue and all of everything
But he wasn’t anymore
He was square inside and brown
And his hands were stiff
And he was like everyone else
And the things inside him that needed saying
Didn’t need it anymore
It had stopped pushing
It was crushed
Filed under: Loneliness
