Category: Poetry

shaPe and sOund of darkness

the sound and shape of darkness
is the shape and sound of light. 
it is the color of  D sharp,
the shape of a coin,
the smell of a thought
and the taste of pumpkin pie. 

the shape and sound of darkness
is everything simultaneously 
and the touch of nothing.
it is the black in the dark
and the dark in the light.

the sound and shape of darkness
is imagination, 
that imagination can’t imagine.
an idea missing thought,
a breeze without wind, 
the absence of absence
and the presence of absence.

the shape and sound of darkness
is the stillness in movement,
the tone of silence and silence
in the tones — it is.

by K. Osei

Anansi U


i see you.

outside in,
atop, below;
beastly skin.
i explore creation
out-of within.

utter eyes of eight,
it’s all visible
past and  fate.  

i see you.

i was there 
when i was made,  
light prevailed 
in the shade.

i am the air,
the dearth of breath.
vision everywhere
inmost death.

i see you.

even the pulse,
my beating heart,
cells in circulation
from end to start

nowhere i do not see
all is bare 
to eyes of ubiquity


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by K. Osei

a thOusand faces

i’ve seen ancient horizons
setting against the sun,
i’ve heard the sound of the universe,
when the universe was one.

i’ve worn a thousand faces 
they all feel the same,
distinguished only
by the tone of a name.

i echo the rhythm of nature
like leaves in the wind,
elements in motion,
since my time began.

beautiful harmony of paradox,
in the absence of time,
a wonderful wanderlust
both intimate and divine.

by K. Osei

Day Of

light comes 
silence break,
morning dew,
songbird’s wake

grass to trim,
errands to run
to buy a cake.

a daughters focus
on perfect setting.
a sons labor 
absent fretting.
clocks ticking,
august heat,
all are sweating

to unveil the smile 
of Leo’s child.

no, swatting
at bugs
nipping away

the delicate dance 
of backyard butterfly,

southern breeze 
flutter the leaves,  
as trees gently sway.
all in harmony
converse with joy
amid this feline day. 

sun fades,
evening shades,
as tiki burns the night. 

by K. Osei

MeaNing

meaningless meaning 
resembling dreaming.

meaning flourish not its own 
for nothing we know 
breeds alone.

tutelage tells it be true,
imagination claims
a different view.

even life i scramble to live
is held by meaning 
i strain to give.

all iS One with many names
yet all is nothing just the same.
that i suppose, behold or feel
is the intent that makes it real.

lessons of meaning perhaps a sham? 
can nothing mean 
as it seems – 
or particles of hologram?

by K. Osei