NaPoWriMo Day 10 : Seedlings

Abecedarain (Alphabetical) Poem.

Art, the theory of art leaves me with a pickerel smile

Being able to think, breathe, live and supposedly “love” all at once.

Cutting darkness with sun-rays, ain't no sunshine

Demeaning the nature of things as I think of the

Everlasting happiness I  

Foresee for myself and my aura.

Give me the seedlings of life within my womb,

Holding them in my hands is all

I ever envision and

Judging the way I stood idle then to the way I patiently sit now waiting for

Ky'mani, the one whom I will have the greatest bond with.

Like these nights, fewer nights are yet to come,

My whispers to them will turn into kisses.

Nai'a, a beautiful name for the daughter I will overly love.

Over and over again I shall

Patiently wait for them whether they will be

Queer, straight or narrow. I shall relocate to a

Remote area, which is where my humble abode shall reside from,

Stubbly with bohemian inner Zen.

This life of mine that I foresee is

Unlike any other I have lusted for, for it is of

Vast importance to me.

Whether it turns out unexpectedly, not even

Xenophobic attacks will divide my attention from my seedlings
Yearning patiently for

Zion, Zyah, Ky'mani and Nai'a.