I’d like to start off this weeks post with my favorite poem – an Ode to Solitude by Alexander Pope. I write because words resonate with me – and this poem captured my life’s intent the first time I discovered it. I don’t often revisit it, but when I do, it inspires a refreshed senseContinue reading “Solitude”
Author Archives: Rafiki
It’s been a while.
And here we are – back, again… is this thing on? *tap* *tap* *tap* I bet you’re wondering where I’ve been? The short answer is getting my life in order and boy-o, this year has been one for the books. I think a list is the best way to begin: March 2020 – Pandemic starts,Continue reading “It’s been a while.”
It has taken me over a year to find a reason to write; I do not take comfort in that fact. Life hit me hard in 2017 and everything I indulged in – travel, writing, drinking, backpacking, partying, everything – was an attempt to dull the pain and work through the emotional scars of myContinue reading “I’m Back.”
New Zealand – Chapter 6
Ten days and 2,000 Ks.
Do you dare me?
I’m wanting of a tidily tune; something bouncy, quick, and crude – fun to say or maybe spew by dancing tongues feeling mused. In it, I will captivate; maybe, even, alliterate; maybe, even, rhyme a bit – Who knows? I wrote it way too quick. But I’ll say it fast, with zeal, enough to, maybe,Continue reading “Tidily”
Burn me, tease me, strike me, free me. Glow in heart and art and soul. Free my mind of desire. Dance with me, the flames you throw. Doth’ predict, a testament to consciousness and entropy. In your arms, I convict to dance, to play, to laugh, and flow. Yet you burn me, yet you harmContinue reading “Fire”
As the sunset plays with fire and stirs the souls at bay – we take to the ocean in search of a storm to challenge our mast and ways. Rocking and reading, and growing in moonlight, waiting for first sun to stake – a claim on the day, in search of new prey – dancingContinue reading “Equanimity”
Cling to water and drive down these roots that grow the tree so trunks may rise and leaves devise their escape from mother-tree. Run, leaves, to enrich the soil, dance with the sun and wind, paint the sky full of color creations of my kin. And sway, trees, in the storms grounded to your roots;Continue reading “Roots”