OSMOSIS
ALM No.72, January 2025
POETRY
OSMOSIS
If it was your wish
To dream of us in four colour theorem
Always believe in tomorrow
A foundation of us
The probability of our hearts affair
Unearth our correlation
Fragment the shape of time
In high spirits we catch the winds
Crave to untangle my world, my circumference
Reside in your radius
Common days to be endless
Midnight calls short of rupture
In an indefinite proportion blossom
Multiply our power into prolific
The common denominator of our ambitions
In the open space of expectation
Tally the days of expansions
We will be in unison, my love
In some dimension an infinitesimal calculus
Love as the equation
Beloved you had me thinking
SAFFRON
I absorbed the woman in her
Spoke with an accent
Sat with her legs crossed
Her chin in her hand
She said her name was Saffron
She moved in with a bass guitar and Burberry bags
Heatwave it was July
She said she was from New Orleans
Home of the blues, spiced oxtail and fried ribs
Her voice was deep and accentuated
Skin flawless, she was summer
Brown golden highlights
Eyes a mirror of baby Barbie
Eyes the colour of the sea
She sang the blues like Aretha Franklin
Her voice rippled sonoric in the waterfalls
Walked silently feet turned as a Ballerina
Makes a man’s heart melt
Loved Lillies of the Fields
Desired to study Sydney Poitier
She was radiating
Self-possessed, halcyon
Deluged by her aura
Immersed in her scent
Absolutely blooming Miss Dior
SIFIRNIA CONCERTANTE
If I could paint the arcane part of my past
Unblemish the storehouse of my history
Set free the wounded bird at the seashore
The inflamed charred senses of certitude
Could I be loved
If I could empty the fragmented crushed heart that was stung
Cold words that run through my veins
Stomach the deceit in his voice
Misgivings in my affections
Could I be loved
If I could let my guard down
Put on show a picture of the heart of a child
Fragile akin the Roses of Sharon
Whisper nostalgic words into your memories
Alluring inviting sounds kindred Sifirnia Concertante
Crescent moons in my essence
Perfumed as Moonflower and Tigerlillies
Could I be loved
If I could chronicle my days
Sonorous aspirations for love
Unclothe my sackcloth and ashes
The ambitions of my dreams
Would love, love me
PORT IN A STORM
He revolutionised my mind
Envisioning the world with a slant
Earth 23 degrees on a tilt
Heart to heart he was my gain
An enigma eccentric with a good name
He mutated into my allure
Placed himself in my thoughts
Day dreams of fancy
Secured me, my port in a storm
Windswept I was standing in the gusts of his emanation
A force of presence
My possibility
My odds on favourite
My days were delight,romance and bliss
He was my roadstead a place of safety
My prize
Buoyant I am happy
Anna Kapungu is writer photographer whose debut Poetry collection Water Falling between words was published in 2016. Her poems have since been published in major print and online publications magazines and journals including Jonah, The Opiate, Aaduna, Mystic Blue Review ,Halcyone, HCE Review, Adelaide Literary and Blazevox Her work is been featured in several Anthologies which are in The British Library United Kingdom and Canada .She currently resides in the United Kingdom and has obtained a BA Hons Degree in Hotel Management from South Bank University London