ONE IN EVERY DROVE

By Tonny Wandella And my wool grew scruffy and ruggedAnd there slipped a lice; part of my unrest.It craved a portion of me; I gave it two,It craved it also, gladly I gave it too.Before it lain me bare on a high alter of its gluttonous parade.Looking forward to my glistening toasty thighs,But I suggestedContinue reading ONE IN EVERY DROVE

CHAOS AND REPOSE

By Tonny Wandella Devious jitters jostle through a quite jungle,Marching through; and the lucid moment is half gone.Now deep in chaos a valued breath turns to a mortal dream.Hurry, come and identify the ache; its form is ever changing.And once at a bruised end, there is an afternoon full of eerie stillness. A cleaved andContinue reading CHAOS AND REPOSE

A SILENT BANTER

To quench my huff; I should tell you then; the wild is better.It is better now that you have staved away despair stirred by the unknown.Valiantly, my quest has led me back to that single tear,Where I have been searching in the most beautiful pasts.Skimpy places I shunned; places that now dangle before my starvingContinue reading A SILENT BANTER

VIVID PICTURE

By Tonny Wandella There is a nude wall somewhere with a picture of us.Within the confines of this broken frame we reside frozen.And time will not startle us it seems: we became the rolling stoneWhen we posed lazily moments before that inept shutter,Which immersed us into the flooding flash,And curved a memory out of aContinue reading VIVID PICTURE

WEATHERING GARLAND

By Tonny Wandella Nails and thoughts want to fix you.Birds and bees weep for your lost splendor.Yours measly glory falls like withering leaves,And it is the dust on my head that makes mePray for a storm.Neither water nor my sweat can replenish you.Your thorns are prominent: in time am pricked.My puckered brow is a mangledContinue reading WEATHERING GARLAND

CLOG MY SENSES

By Tonny Wandella Suddenly, when the latch shrills and opens,Bear with me my feeble soul; floods would have arriveOnce a tedium life will be an up roaring hive;Hence, I’ll fight to keep you inside much longer.I will swim with my inept strive till my bones are enshrouded with defeat.Suddenly, I will take you safely downContinue reading CLOG MY SENSES

HEAVEN FACED

By Tonny Wandella Soft but clear was the essence of a whisper,That sifted and separated me from despondency to awe.I was bound to despair but now I tread on lovely marbles.Glistening: the shimmering hue of faith and the vividness of hope, I was heaven bound. She said ‘Come on let me off to your stormyContinue reading HEAVEN FACED