We Were Living in the Good Old Days
We are standing in tomorrow's photographs— mid-sip, mid-smile —And the lighting is kinder than we thought
Ravings
Chidi Francis Onwuka
A poetry collection
“We were all strangers, once, you see”
Relentlessly Human
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From the Collection
Halfway There
Halfway there.Oh, to be halfway there!To revisit my bygone misstepsTo utter the words that I should have said
My Favorite Things
Have you ever seen dew,Imperfectly placed on morning petal?Comfortably sitting askewSoftly on all of nature's hues
Still, We Fight
This is where we fight,Frost, snow, hailstones and fire,Through incessant hypothesis for tomorrow's attire.Our breaths are free, but dices we hold,
These poems are the beginning.
What comes next feeds more than the soul.