M. Woryonwon Roberts

HAIKU

    The leaking grey roof:
Drip by drip-”tick, plick, plink, plop”,
    A bucket of rain.

    The whirling March wind
Sweeps across the dusty street,
    Dancing in midair.

At the road extreme,
    Piercing through the blades of grass,
        The head of a snake.

The festering sun
    Drinks the ditch of water,
        Hardens the red mud. 

The smart city mouse,
Missed by the paws of a cat,
Escapes in shiver. 

A cute butterfly
Wondering from place to place,
Perches on my nose.

 

Cinquain

               Infants
        Innocent, tender
  Crying, crawling, toddling
Grow into children and learn
                Babies 

                  War
      Outrageous, senseless
   Killing, looting, destroying
No regard for life or rule of law

               Conflict
             Soap balls,
        Launched in the air,
      Like  hovering balloons,
Float about in the wind and burst,
              Bubbles.  

                 Mother
            Patient, fond
Nurturing, caring, pampering
     God’s name to a child
                 Mama

 

When Night Comes

When night comes,
I, in my loneliness,
Catch a glimpse of you
In the night sky
Your smiles bright
As the stars
I feel your tender
Touch as the wind
Flows soft-softly
It reminds me
I’m not alone

When night falls
And I’m so cold
The moon warms
My heart with the
Thought that you
Are my love
Then I close my eyes
And in my sleep
I see you tending
And pampering me
With your love

 

Wings to Fly

I dream to fly
Every day, every night
And I think
I have the night 

I hear people tell me
“Humans don’t fly
“But other people did”
I squawked in reply 

I tell the eagle, or the lark
“You’re my brother
And someday, very soon
We’ll fly together” 

Two legs and no wings
Yet strong willpower
Grows me feathers
Every fleeting hour

 

Copyright © 2008 M. Woryonwon Roberts