Diary of a Wanderer

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  • seventies

    born in the ninetiesattached to anything antiquewatching a music video of the 70sa disco in Cape Towndazzling streets, hypnotizing sounds of artists, young, gifted, and blackmusicians with incredible knackfor releasing subtly lustful trackstracks on weedfor dancers on heat vanityinsanityof the seventiesfantasies ofa nineties born https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/09/12/what-do-you-see-151-september-12-2022/

  • Lazy days

    Lazy days by Enya lilted through the MP4 player beside the window to Alice’s heavy bluish blanket covering her body, sipping through its microscopic pores into her drowsy ears, and into her dreams. She was sick of England and needed a switch. Her intuition and map both agreed Lagos Nigeria was the wonderland. Here she…

  • Motives

    Sieving my motives Saturated with subtle pride Strong-scented self-centeredness and the like Stuck to my intentions like emojis Written for RXC:PROMPT #247, hosted by Reena

  • Evening

    An audience of trees and wild beasts Sit in darkness Watching the lit giant sky screen As rafts of gilded clouds Waft towards the blazing sun Like aircraft returning To a warship https://amanpan.blog/2022/09/06/moonwashed-challenge-gilded-september-6-2022/

  • Wooden smile

    Like a window into the world of the ancients, the statue of Aya stood in the evergreen virgin forest. Her eyes seem to follow you as you move around her. Her heaving chest, rhythmic with that of anyone who came close to her. She was a piece of a fairy tale that extended into reality.…

  • Like men that dreamed

    Is this Salemor another Harlem?Looks like a priest in a frockOnce stood there, flocked By masses seeking greener pasturesBattling cold, hunger and fracturesFrom ethnic clashesAnd backlashes The stones there, perhaps for namesThat bravely fought for their fameMaybe this ground symbolized toil, screamsLoss, and the fulfilment of long lost dreams https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/

  • It’s great to be alive

    The birds rise in unison Hugging and hooting the arriving winds They skate on the soft south winds Across the shimmering river below Some of them occasionally pooping Into vantage points in the river As the inspiration within guides Living their life mission Doodled into their genes It’s great to be alive!

  • A boat of ghosts

    Whatever you’ve mastered, it has its limits. There comes a point in your journey where you feel like a child. As if all the knowledge you’ve acquired is nothing, some sort of child play you’ve been doing all along, deceiving yourself that you are the best. It takes humility to sit, under the feet of…

  • Drink extra

    Some take alcohol To give them courage To carry out daunting tasks A person must drink extra If ordinary must be done extraordinarily That’s why I drink inspiration In suicidal doses Got a big life to live https://amanpan.blog/2022/08/23/moonwashed-challenge-ambitious-august-23-2022/

  • Flash

    Rain. Lightening. A glimpse of his foot in an old shoe trekking a familiar road. Reminds him of the old oversized overalls he wore, and his affinity to antiquity which the rain seemed determined to wash away. Flash of lightning. Reveals an approaching shadow that arrives and greets. No responds. This was no time for…

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