From The Wells Of Knowing

Some exalt the hidden hand

And thank the stars above

For who or what their lot may be;

Life they claim is divine ordained-

That nothing that is, or ever could be

Is to chance, or happenstance.

Birds seek southern climes

In accord with changing times;

And sea turtles in time do seek

Sands of birth to spurn their brood

Just like the sun’s recurrent arc.

I’m neither turtle, bird nor sun,

Schooled in routine manifestation.

Within my chest, there beats a heart

That fuels my thoughts, my agile mind.

Anchored though to earth beneath

Yet consigned to budge or stay...

 Fortune beeds , and the will impels.

While seconds anxiously each day uncoil

And cross roads loom hither and yon….

I and I my thoughts confounded thus

From the wells of knowing must imbibe;

For a lone ranger I am, my cross to bear-

With a willing soul, my constant carriage 

 I pray with stalwart zeal my load to bear

From shifting sands onto the finish line.

By

Hope Kalé Ewusi©

Embedded  images are from Mali.....featuring the Timbuktu Scrolls and an ancient learning center

      TODAY

“candid reflection”

I love you "today"

For your transient bliss

That my heart has set at ease;

and as I face all that would unfold

Each tick I hope is speckled gold.

Thank you "today""

For your promise of tomorrow

Unsealed though it may be;

I’d take my odds all by the throw

For the blessings of  yesterdays, I hope

My cart would stir all thru’ the maze.

 

I’m hopeful yet often perturbed

by stagnant hours caught in frames-

with bungee seconds stretched wide…..

pliant-defiant – your wayward son,

unhinged- untamed by scornful eyes.

Charged though my card this day

With notes of dreams deferred…..

I wear my crown without regret.

But should you "Today" your grace

enshroud with cloaks of indignation

I’d loathe and shun you so – and wish….

upon a cloud that it rains on you.

Author: Hope Kalé Ewusi

BALLAD OF THE EXILED SUN

Oh morning sun why wait so long

And let the somber veil persist?

Our promise ribbon adorns the sky

That with the fondest love was sealed;

I’m waiting along the country mile

Oh morning sun to see you smile….

Don’t tarry long, don’t tarry long.

Oh mother, mother, mother dear!

I’ve heard your whispers in the rain

Your heaving bosom knows but pain;

A friendly token is on its way

To chase the shadows from your heart-

Come Sunday, my loving rays, the veil will lift...

Just hold on for another night.

Time is a river that runs its course

Heedless to haste or lingering sighs;

And breath is like mist-akin to rain

That swells the river’s earthy womb-

Who to the sea lends maternal favor….

Oh mother, mother, mother dear

Like the river, your sun will find your face

By

Hope Kalé Ewusi ©

FIRST DAY OF SPRING


It's the first day of spring    
Oh what joy it brings!
So long winter blues...
Hello morning dew;
Blues skies,grey skies & scattered showers
First the sprouts and then the flowers
Blooming along the country mile.
If this would last for just a while
I'd find little to moan about-
For what goes around, comes around:
Seasons come and seasons go....
Simple truth every body knows.

By 
Hope Kalé Ewusi ©

SEASONS OF BEING

Fleet the pageant – such is life

Of acts and scenes lived out in time

At once a farce, same roll for all-

Heirs to eternity, tromped by sin.

While as yet the wagon rolls….

Carting our wares from post to post

Far from the birthing pool, lapping on

Our reveling hearts swell with song.

But when the maestro drops his staff

And silence stills the chorus line…

Words forgotten upon our lips

Burn with penance late for the sky.

And so lies the mannequin in steady gaze

Scenes of winter, scenes of spring……

Of seed-time and harvest caught in frames

Not per chance or fabled law-

But in accord with mystic lore.

By

Hope Kalé Ewusi©

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PLACES OF THE HEART

PLACES OF THE HEART

Placid beaches - stretched sandy lanes;

White breaking surf nibbling eager toes
Cozy vistas  far a flung

Enraptured beings lost in  the haze.
Pleasures as such by guilty tabs despoiled-

Nothing like the surety of a place called home.

Scaling slopes - cuddling airy mounts

Where the air is crisp …pristine song

Thrill seekers every where joshing so-

Embrace the wind on  ski - thrust breasts

While cabin fires with fragrant logs aglow

Dole warmth not akin to a homely heath.

Where love’s pickets bound the soul

Smiles and laughter tickle the lyre…

And there by the nurturing kitchen table

We gather for the breaking of bread

With time honored ghosts of kindred fold

There in their hallowed midst love abides.

Sure ginger bread moments oft' erupt

When each other’s neck we dare to snap

Yet the balm of kindred bliss, heals the pain-

For each heart bears a harvest of cheer.

Dream if you dare of bright spots under the sun

Where revelers go chasing water falls;

My circling wagon has wrapped its hitch:

I’m heading home - my sacred place of the heart.

Author: Hope Kale Ewusi ©

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FLOWERING ROAD

 

Hanging, gliding - adrift

Dawn's buoyant thrust-

Pondering the motley turf

Straddling distant homesteads....

There you were; full buxom blossom-

 Lonely rose in a cactus patch

Exuding rare sensuous essence....

Eclipsing the collective allure

Of daisies and daffodils in the fold.

Writhing through this prickly maze

My pulse races as I dangle in space;

When at last your sweet essence

My tongue did taste......

I heaved and moaned and died a second-

Smothered by the heat of passion.

Then the wood pecker's earthy drills

Recharges my very soul.......

I feel my mercury rise

As your dew drenched petals

Beg for one more dance-

Before the rat race begins

Author: Hope Kalé Ewusi ©