Poetry is hope; hope is life; something beautiful.
If you would listen, it is a promise.
If you would listen, quietly and get those codes that gently unveil themselves to us like dawn unfolds to day; like the caterpillar to a butterfly.
It is the look of waters
– on a cloudy night; wait a few seconds for when God’s hands pushes those clouds –
With stars and the moon dancing in a million glitters across several miles;
Can you see the diamonds bobbing up and down as the waves sing promises and freshness to your soul?
It is transformation from bleak to bliss.
It is the sight of beauty, the sound of desire, the smell of hope, the taste of victory and the touch of greatness… It is so much more…
It is your heart in words the mouth cannot utter; your soul in codes your flesh can’t decipher. It is the air and it is the earth – you can feel it without touching; you can grab it in your fingers yet it carries you.
It is dawn – the sun smiling when you wake.
Dusk – when the sun dives back below the earth’s belt.
The moon shining in shapes from a calabash to a banana, on any given night – with its stars glittering and dotting the skies, precious gems lighting the souls of the weary…
It is those words that tell us, who are heavy laden
– lovers who struggle to find the spark of fires that now seem like smoke
– a writer weaving words no one seems to care about
– someone looking over a sick one, in anguish
– people in recession, finding a single meal
– a father who looks to questioning eyes that ask ‘why?’
– a mother, forced to go to a trash can to pick meals like a lunatic, not caring about eyes that stare, as she puts food in the mouth of her baby
It is those words that tell us to look up in hope, even on those nights when the clouds come around to bring a sense of darkness
As you struggle through dusk, note every night gives birth to dawn and day, brilliant rays that will sparkle your existence
When it seems like the end, remember just when the caterpillar thought it was over, it became a butterfly!
The river that looks dark on a cloudy night, inviting you to taste of its depth transforms to a mirror of diamonds with a small push of Aôndo who takes all the clouds away
True. Those clouds…
They never took away the moon and stars. The clouds would slowly float away… but would you be waiting?
That is poetry. That is hope. That is life.
That is you.
You are verse. You are hope. You are life.
Too beautiful to be explained. Too deep to be deciphered at once, yet full of so much and more.
You are beautiful.
If they would listen, you are a promise.
If they would listen, quietly and get those codes that gently unveil themselves like dawn unfolds day; they would see the diamond that hid behind the rough.
You are the sight of beauty, the sound of desire, the smell of hope, the taste of victory and the touch of greatness… You are so much more…
Listen slowly to what the universe just whispered to my heart,
hear it everyday in the voice time should never make you deaf to:
You are the best verse that life ever wrote.
- Copyright ©Su’eddie Vershima Agema, 2017
Su'eddie in Life n' Literature 
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