Creative Writing. • Art is a thing of the Heart

In readiness for a perennial sprout

I will cry in the rain Laugh at the wind Smile with the snow I may not change the seasons I can sure change the reasons They say make hay While the sun shines They forget to say make love When the sun doesn’t shine I want to kiss a butterfly in autumn Fall in love in winter Get dirty in spring Beat the heat in summer Why not have a wet Christmas Skid in the mud And cuddle in the shower Erect a lighting arrester And let currents flow deep down Amidst the drenched garden Shiver when the thunder strikes Quiver when it strikes again When it’s all over, Let the musky grass soak In readiness for a perennial sprout Script n Rhyme by Shedyk(November 9, 2010)...

I will cry in the rain Laugh ...

November 18, 2021

Poetry

Full Moon at Christmas

The landscapes before us turned amber, an energy beckoning The horizon glowed in strokes of Gold, as the full moon rose Our hearts mellowed in the splendor,our minds wondered in its magnificence...

The landscapes before us turne...

July 26, 2021

Poetry

5 O’clock Somewhere

It's July, It's Cold, Time is moving slow, I get paid by the hour, I get old by the second, It's half past 12 pm, I don't care it's 5 O'clock somewhere 🙂 ...

It's July, It's Cold, Time i...

July 5, 2021

Poetry

De l’amour

At that very momentShe fell in love,As the earth listenedAnd the sky watchedThe moon smiledFinally! @suektt ...

At that very momentShe fell in...

November 23, 2020

Poetry

LOOPED

He was great because he knew how to love,And love he didPerfectly,But she never met his soulHe hid it so well.She sought to find itThe heartgate was openLed her straight into a maze.~suektt....

He was great because he knew h...

October 16, 2020

Poetry

Crushing

I hope you liked the wines glasses, So here is a bottle of champagne, For what is a glass without wine. I hope you liked the awkward smile, So here is a heart full of affection, For what is a heart without love. I hope you cherish the company of intimate souls, So here is my being and spirit, my life, For it is mine to give to whom I will. Do you not know, I have but thought of you since the last I saw you. ~Shedyk...

I hope you liked the wines gla...

August 31, 2020

Poetry

DON’T FORGET TO DREAM

If we could build a house From the dreams we let go of What would it look like? How big would it be? Tiny house, or mansion? At most a tiny house I hope. I hope we never let go of our dreams, I hope we get back the dreams we set aside and forgot about, I hope we dream new dreams, and value the journey as much as the destination, I hope we never forget to dream. @suektt...

If we could build a house Fro...

July 26, 2020

Poetry

You?

I want to know you, I want to know everything, The Why and the when, The where and the how....

I want to know you, I want to...

May 11, 2020

Poetry

Once upon a Snack

Once upon a Snack.. Check out "1000 Naked Things to Do with Mint" Don't be afraid to always experiment It don't have to be a seven course I would love thee for breakfast,With or without sauce...

Once upon a Snack.. Check out...

April 19, 2020

Poetry

Black & White

It is not a contrasting white on black or vice versa It is not the achromatic absence of light Neither is it a glaring visual void of hue It is the neutral spectrum that sets a captivating mood The essence of a remarkable spirit very alluring An absence of color reveals a continuum An appealing visual presentation The calmness is utmost aesthetic The skin tone just right in grayscale The depth in the portrait is infinite Script & Rhyme By Shedyk ©shedyk ...

It is not a contrasting white ...

September 21, 2018

Poetry

My turn to order.

There she sits. Legs crossed. The heels on her feet fit. A Long jacket accentuates her curves. Matching her short skirt. A fine pair of legs showing. She is texting away. Her facials betraying alot. More than the emoticons she's taping on. She seems unbothered by time. Nor do her surrounding matter. All is well but for her calls going unanswered. Her order gets served. A plate of chips and soda. Its my turn to order. Script n Rhyme by (c) Shedyk 2015...

There she sits. Legs crossed....

September 21, 2018

Poetry

Terminal 1.

Everyone is in a rush School kids all over the place 'Is it monday?' Yelling touts and passengers scurrying off make up the rest of the bustle. Two, three steps into the hustle, A whiff of Omena tickles my nostrils, 'Mama mboga is late today' I think to myself. Suddenly interrupted by a strong smell of detergents Lightly coated with a tinge of urine. Cleaning going on at the Ekotoilet. Further into the jungle of metal shacks on motor and wheels, Amidst calls for 'wanyee kabiria hamsini'. Which suddenly changes to 'mlolongo mlolongo gari ya haraka', and then another jumbled phrase I can not recall. Ahead a sign board says 'Railways museum' I exit to the left. It promptly goes quiet. ©shedyk ...

Everyone is in a rush Schoo...

September 21, 2018