Profile me iced


A white veil covers me, I fight to stay green.

How long before the cold takes over?


Frozen over, doesn’t matter much

Rigid was my nature before the ice.

Now I am beautifully rigid, an enigma.


Held up by that which should cover me

Standing but frozen in place.

Should I be hopeful?


Cold feet. 

Often means dashed hopes

but only for a season ….


Half frozen or half melted?

Depends on who you ask,

The sun or the clouds.

Depends on who’s time it is.

Depends on what direction you face.

Profile me iced.

I prayed

I prayed the Lord my height to increase

a head taller I stood above my peers by morn.

I stood tall, my glory and flaws a public showpiece,

a head bent, I sought solace from dreams and dreads that had me torn.


I prayed the Lord my gait to straighten,

soon I took aristocratic steps on the streets of my youth.

I smiled in pride, they swore vehemently shattering my haven,

sober and dismayed, I sought solace from green eyed sleuths.


I prayed,

The Lord answered

Alas it came as a DIY package; His part was to deliver the package with clear instructions and a helpline to assist, my part is to assemble the structure.




Piazza Navona, Rome, Italy, Mime, Street, People, Work



I can see us wearing yesterday,

an extra layer for today.

I can see us holding it dear,

an excerpt of time non can compare.

I can see us wearing yesterday, 

an entrapment of ‘ifs’ and ‘hurrah’ blockading today.

This piece was inspired by the line ‘I can see us wearing yesterday’ a line from MUGILAN RAJU poem, titled All that I can see (click on the link to read it). I hope he will forgive me for borrowing the line as it struck a cord with my muse straightaway. 

Image from Pixabay free images.

A script from life.

It can’t be undone,

that which you did.

It can’t be un-said,

that which you said.

It lingers on,

that which stunk.

It looms above,

that which taints.

It cannot judge forever,

that which interfered.

It cannot spell forever,

that which wrote a moment.

It cannot … that which posed a comma.

It cannot … that which interrupted time.

        ….. define my entire day/life.

It can be adapted, it can be colored in.

Thus I will laugh, life must have felt the need to humor me perhaps I needed a reminder that life has it’s own script. 

Daily prompt – embarrassing. 



The vale

Of sticks and stones,

Of fairies and elves,

the vale of lumequies is known.

Of chalk as cheese,

Of sand as sugar,

tea is served in the vale of lumequies.

Of boulders and sturdy trees,

Of trickling streams and chirping birds,

the tunes of lumequies vale resounds.

Of spinning wheels and pirate ships,

Of rustling bushes and secret missions,

adventures abound in lumequies vale.

Of wee lads and lasses,

Of daydreams and spirited play,

the vale of lumequies welcomes all.

Of memories from eons ago

when the mind ruled

and reality was a dream.

The vale of my youth.

Thanks to Piya Singh for this week's photo prompt.
Copyright Piya Singh

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Piya Singh and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories. And the last picture is just because …. adventure is everywhere. Written also for the discover weekly challenge adventure)

Lumequies is a made up word from two Latin words (lumen and quies)

Copyright Chioma Nwafor



Loose tongues

precious heirlooms safely stowed

from looters. A sip, a kiss, the tongue comes undone

alas! it held no secret.

A french 19th century spelter jewel box, a Japanese lacquer box and a metal and wooden jewel box made by the Tuareg people
Copyright TJ Paris

 In the multitude of words sin is not lacking,

But he who restrains his lips is wise.

Proverbs 10:19 New King James Version (NKJV)

When something upsets me I tend to get either very quiet or very verbose. I have discovered that when I go quite it’s either because I’m not sure of my footing in that circumstance .i.e I don’t really know what my rights are. And when I become verbose I often get blinded to other people’s right and opinion. This week I think I fell victim to the latter, I don’t really regret it, however, in hindsight I perhaps went a little overboard. I don’t want to speak too much or too little, I just want to say and do things aptly, in the right amount.

I have a few question for you guys especially those who work in close confines with their clients e.g. doctors, nurses, social workers etc.:

  • How do you maintain a professional outlook and is it important to do so?
  • Does becoming involved in a clients life impair your ability to point out areas of worry or conflict?
  • How do you maintain the balance when your job to an extent requires raising awareness which often requires some level of socialization?

Feel free to contribute even if you work in a different field.

I really would love some answers.

Thank you in advance.

Haiku written for TJ Paris haiku challenge – Jewelry box.

A to Z challenge word of the day- Talkative.