Hello wonderful readers/poets,
I apologize for my silence these last few weeks. Life has been happening at a ferocious speed. What am I saying exactly? Does life happening outside this page prevent scheduled postings? Does it mean that when I post or stay here that I have no life? For answers to this circuitous situation, please visit my literary blog at  http://literarynomad11.wordpress.com/. Thanks for visiting!

Sincerely,
Frances Ohanenye
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A Hip Thing

The confident walker

Was not born that cool

Ungainly stops and starts

The infancy of inexperience

Pays toll with leg’s challenges

Dropping coins in tollbox of experience

The teenager’s sass in steps

Ain’t seen nothing yet

Need to put in miles of life’s lessons

The twenty-something’s swagger

At the start of race of responsibilities

Gained job’s required walking

Ain’t seen nothing yet

Confidence rises like water

At calibration’s perfect punctuation

Rising with lessons’ speed

This confident walker has stories to tell

Not born that cool but increasingly so

Arriving now in forties with confident swagger

A boatload of all requirements exceeded

Confidence found its way to the hip

A mind of its own, to sway, sashay

A hip thing it is

The hip has taken over

 

--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.