By: Andrea Myinga.

WINGS OF THE SUN

The wings of the sun, so cool,
Stretching from its corner, dawning.

Stepping one step at a time, majestic,
Moving, reaching the centre, so hot.

One time clouds cover, sky veiled,
Deceiving none, they are there.

Heart ding-dong, ding-donging,
Missing the sun, goose bumping,

As it goes, going, reaching down,
Evening is cold, freezing, fearful.

The colours, the golden, blackish,
To that of burning charcoal, reddish.

Its shape, roundish, of an iris, pretty,
The wings fold, sun falling, dusking.

BLUISH OF THE SKY

The bluish, the beauty of the sky,
Each time my eyes see, feast.

Morning sight short, still asleep
Able to see the rising sun, roar.

Its whitish, the moving clouds,
Watching, swinging right-left.

Its far end, the sky meets the ground,
Colour turning golden, the sun set

Night vision with the stars, memorable,
Not telling when the moon is full, pale.

Its dark ugly look, no star, no moon,
Insects find a room for singing songs.

Nobody knows, the wind comes,
Touching, caressing, kissing, going.

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Andrea Myinga dedicates part of his time to writing poems for the celebration of his talent. He employs a poetic language, rich in its expression, to convey his thoughts, feelings, and understanding of both his immediate and remote environment. His writings are a mixture of imagination and concrete ideas, blended together to produce a peculiar flavour inspired by his studies in philosophical and religious fields. A reader is guaranteed with a sensational, un-educated and a relieving experience as complex realities are broken down into few words making stanzas, verses and a poem. His poems have appeared in several online magazines like The Writers Space Africa (WSA), PoeticAfrica, The Kalahari Review, Literary Yard, Allpoetry, Hello Poetry, Spill Words, Power Poetry, Ibua journal and Poem Hunter. He has yet been featured in three anthologies: The Griots of Ubuntu; War in Ukraine; and Pack light: memoirs of growing up in Africa. Find him in the social media, Facebook and X by the name Andrea Ernest Myinga where some of his writings are found.