Abigail-Tydale Bassey
Whispers
Gazing at those
brilliant stars in the finely night sky
Convincing me to
loose thought of a lonely night sky.
Seeing little
kids drawing various sizes of stars,
Reminding me of
traveling through a comely night sky.
Sleeping on this
soft couch; sleeping on grasses also,
Sweet memories
will come, watching a fairly night sky.
Perhaps,
traveling to a special place like Bethlehem,
There would be
stories written on a lovely night sky.
And Abigail
seeing Jesus will humbly ask why
Sometimes, no
single star shines on the lowly night sky.
Echoes
I hear a cricket
sound on a
really dark
night;
perhaps singing,
or crying,
or saying some
words to the sleepless.
I see the dark
blue sky
still with a
crescent in its womb
watching me
even more than I
can watch myself_
its words are not
so many:
'God is always
here'
that is what I
know.
Near the river,
two silver stones
sleep together
either a lily
or a moss is the
only enemy
that wants to
grow in between them
but there's a
message from the stones;
people only need
you when you are important;
you can only
house the homeless
when you have a
home;
a cuckoo bird
has a voice that
not everyone likes
but when it
raises its wings,
it flies just
like the other birds.
Determination is
better than might
when it comes
from the heart.
Here is a
writer's mind:
so full of words
that shout just less
and very many
tears
deeper than the
seas
but if you can
read a word
of her mind,
or a line of her
poems,
you would have
learnt
that until a
voice is heard,
the direction
would not be known.
Let's Talk About Another
Day
Night time has
got so much dread!
A fat aunty would
say;
Night time has
got so much dread.
Night comes
before a day
To account for
works
Seen and unseen
Night time
spreads her mat
to the pregnant
dreams of a million minds
But night time
won't make a noise
A single night
rest won't shout or whisper
From failed facts
And
unaccomplished plans
And when the year
ends
And the night
kisses her like a guardian angel
Another day is
all the heart would want
Night time
desires blue skies
When green
grasses yawn
And flowers smile
With the sun so
bright
Then, night time
would go to sleep
And when sparrows
laugh
Human lips say so
many thousand things
Night time would
just fret and hide
So we could talk
about another day
But looking back
at night time
And how famous
It drives the
year to end,
Night time has
got so much dread
Let's talk about
another day.
ABIGAIL-TYDALE BASSEY
ABIGAIL-TYDALE
BASSEY is the author of "Walking with God"; a
Parousia Christian Poetry Chapbook Series, 2020. She's also an amateur artist,
a teacher and historian. Abigail lives in Uyo, Nigeria.
