We are sneaking in a few more poetry posts before the end of #poetrymonth . This time it's @jocelynkng sharing work by English-Samoan Poet Grace Teuila Evelyn Taylor. Grace @grace.teuila brings as much presence and power to the page, as she does to the stage.
Thanks @jocelynkng for also bringing our attention to the hashtag #daughtersofoceania . Currently under-utilised but so much potential!
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Tropical depression essentials: Yogi tea, freewrites in notebooks, and Grace Taylor's Afakasi Speaks. "I have always lived
Whole in many parts
Spoke myself into existence
Danced these words
Till there were none left
Till I existed
Being" - @undonedarling
An excerpt from a nearly 50 lines long poem which spans over a dozen stanzas. This piece of mine was published in 'Show Me Docterine : Autism Awareness Edition' back in 2013.
Entitled 'A sad and somber funeral from a body still breathing' (taken from a dialogue from the movie 'Cinderalla Man') exposes the vulnerablility a human heart goes through when it comes to handling heartbreak and human loss.
Find the link for the full poem in Bio.
I didn't welcome you with open arms. No, you did not feel good in this tropic country. The heat kept burning my skin, trying to seep under it. It gave me many sleepless nights while little drops of sweat slid down my back leaving a cool trail just for a second or two. No wind running haywire, no pleasant walks. Why were you here? Why didn't you leave sooner? I shouted at you to go back, I hated you. But like your nature is, you accepted all those blood curling screams with a small little gracious smile, turned them into fluffy cotton balls and lip-smacking sweet mangoes.
The monsoon did not give me any complain. How do you hate something your soul rejoices for? The muddy puddles and patches of water in the dented roads were my playground. Like toads, peacocks and the trees, rains gave me life. It gave me peace.
But the winter that came at the end of that year was cold, crisp and dry against my skin. Constricting my throat, making it rough and prevented my "Doe" to come out. Too many blankets and coffees, this was winter. I did not hate her but she did not make things any pleasant for me.
One chilly night, I found myself reminiscing about you. I closed my eyes and suddenly felt the warmth of your love absorbing all of me. Like a fool, I realized your love, Summer. You kept me warm in winters whenever I wanted to, even after me hurling endless spiteful words at you. You, Summer, the mother who loves her children after every "rebel" phases and all the times they move out and never care to call. Summer, the nurturing season, like every other ones, but only your warmth produces the sweetest fruits of them all. Summer, the hardest but the kindest of the lot. Summer, the time when love found me.
And so, this is me sincerely apologizing on behalf of me and every living and non-living being who always cursed you. We're sorry.
A human who's lately realized your worth.
Picture credit: Aaliyaaaaa @thesortedmess