Tick-tock
written by: Andrea Myinga
Looking at the sky
It is bluish, wildly extending,
but not pleasant to the face,
searching to feel the clouds.
The wind blows, filling air spaces,
keeping pieces of peace afar,
lost in sorrows, roasted to ashes,
Found in a common grave,
buried against the reign of daylight,
leaving mourners few, almost none
and a load of tears for a life lived badly,
Hope is a past tense no longer spoken,
unfit for the feet that wore it a few days ago,
the present is the time and at hand,
though to some it’s not such a present,
On two legs and a half, like ‘tick-tock.’
Ticking, counting, yet feeling dreadful.
Andrea Myinga is a Tanzanian, poetry editor at Triune magazine, dedicating part of his time to writing poems to celebrate his talent. He is using a poetic language in its richness to express his thoughts, feelings and understanding of his immediate and remote environment. His writings are a mixture of imagination and concrete ideas, blended together to produce a peculiar flavor inspired by his philosophical and religious studies. His poems have appeared in several online magazines like The Writers Space Africa (WSA), PoeticAfrica, The Kalahari Review, Literary Yard, Allpoetry, Hello Poetry, SpillWords, Power Poetry, Ibua journal, Poem Hunter and Ikike Arts. He has yet been featured into three anthologies: The Griots of Ubuntu; War in Ukraine; and Pack light: Memoirs of Growing Up in Africa.
Latest posts by Andrea Myinga (see all)
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