Rising earlier than dawn; Like a thick ice broom, It sweeps across angrily At my naked feet. A cold feel; an onrushing wind; A crystal slap to my face. Its unmerciful hands... Icy, just too icy! Out in the mean open, It moves, determined and reckless; A blinding dust, Riding, viciously, on nature’s wheel. Icicles in my nostrils, And foam on my tongue, As I succumbed to the cold embrace Of the harmattan haze. Ikenna Igwe, 2024.

As I scroll I come across a post I create And I post

Literally me every time I have heavy or happy feelings haha

Hi! My event quick collection of poetry. http://harvest-life.org/books/alone-all-in-one/ In Alone | All In One: A Solitary Journey, LaShawnda Jones navigates the world as a solo traveler seeking personal freedom and fullness. Her collection of poetry and prose explores mid-life pivots and transitions from changing perspectives and broadening understandings.

Spell Caster!

POPCORN 'the poem' https://poetreel.com/track/Qs552zSWBK1JUGc/play

Maybe in another universe, Our stars will align and write their own verse, Maybe in another universe, We'll reunite,where dream immerse

Sometimes you meet me like a cool breeze on a hot day while some times you found me broken on a sea shore

I met a woman Totally unexpected She had the prose She had the words She had everything And then I lost her The fool that I am Riddled with regrets A love lost A lesson learned Forever wondering What might have been💔

Time has a way of passing through my fingers. It holds me but can’t be held. It chases me but evades my steps. It touches my skin and bone but never lingers. I am looking for more of it and all it does is take from me.