Tredding thin threads of trust Miming words of caution The believer travels the rope Hanging above sharp steel Of drowning streched arms Into viscous valleys​ of foil. The fall speaks tales of flaws Buried under the foam of kinship Must tiny sparkles spread latter Across laden foam of thickened blood ? The fall speaks tales […]

*At 60 , My Voice.*

  On the everest of joy And the malfeasance in freedom I have railed the ways towards the dream I lived within the womb of my colonial mother. I am sixty and I am a man. From the vibrance of a teenage Amidst fouls of youthful curiosity And challenges of menopaused wives, I have raised […]

Time Will Tell

  How we swing up the street Holding hands in love’s keep Climbing up his hill And hoping we meet its peak Falling pebbles.Stumbling stones The climb is not so a joke. Safe arrival still holding hands ? We will tell. ©Lansah Lawrence Dec. 2016 lansah.wordpress.com

When Legon Sleeps

In my drone of imagination, i flew over the brown sheets of the  Romantic Vandal city down to the spiritual Baccus garden where i paused to mark my route and breathe in the fragrance of the sweet scented flowers Baccus nursed. My route marked, i flew low amidst salutes from old mahogany trees down the […]