Autumn's Wake

Akim arrives with a pocket full of hope; looking for the transformative experience that would propel him to better and greater things. He is a refugee from way back who embraces the new life with gusto. Now, he sings his blessings as the earth moves. The cloud dances. And the air flows unhindered.

sound of silence

in the Struggle Street

fear of autumn

viola in bloom

who says

autumn is dead

cool days ahead

the maiden flight of the

autumn leaf

Essentially though, Akim is a young man in a hurry, a realist in the true sense of the word - a soul in need of succour. But there are enormous challenges ahead. His real dilemma is deciding how to do the daily battle for survival, as he takes a daring look at the food chain; finding the burgeoning contours of his world.

the warm

colours of autumn foretold

joyful garden

one day in Findon

i tweet

the glories of autumn

the butterfly

in her element

autumn chic

The thought of making it in the Land of Oz consumes him both physically and emotionally; affecting his every move. Now, he dreams of greener pastures; gazing at the falling leaf.

autumn

rose on my pillow

fireworks

fruits of my labour…

the generosity of autumn

in my visual field

behold the golden

rays of the wandering sun

autumn wind

© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

End of Summer

it’s a journey to remember
but the end of summer is not so sweet. (Gone are
the restless birds, the tempting feathers of beauty)
melancholy sets in as the music begins to fade.
what with all the bushfires and flooding rains -
the countless pieces of shattered
dreams along the track of beyond
now, there are holes in my shoes, the tender foot
crying for mercy, longing for home
yet, I find solace in the divine hands
of Humour, as her soothing voice touches my soul
offering new possibilities in the temple of delight.
her infinite goodness gladdens the heart
and brightens my days in this ocean of uncharted terrain


© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo

The Power of Humour

submerged in the
dark side of the winter’s moon
i shed a tear

in the midst of longing
humour comes to the rescue
liberating my consciousness

sorrows of the fallen soul
wrapped in the wings of humour
this fateful day

the cosmic nymph
dances with the gentle wind
sound of laughter

school of hard knocks…
i walk along the fatal shore with
a good dose of humour

humour
drops like honey…
famished years

i do the daily battle for survival
savouring humour
in the middle of chaos

behold the healing power of humour
the tonic of the soul
the dazzling beauty on the inner screen


© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo