Birgitta Abimbola Heikka's Discussions
Started Mar 9, 2012
Dreams are, sometimes, a warning of some sort or our fears being revealed to us. Hence, the title for this poem. However, I do not think this is the right title. Can anyone help with a more…Continue
Started this discussion. Last reply by Birgitta Abimbola Heikka Jun 2, 2012.
We wear layers--some we put on ourselves, some others put on us (without our knowledge). When these layers are taken off, we become ourselves. He clothed me in layersthe magician from the…Continue
Started this discussion. Last reply by Birgitta Abimbola Heikka Jan 26, 2012.
In Lagos,Nigeria, where I grew up as a child, we had a lot of beggars begging alms on the streets. Here is an encounter with a beggar I never forgot. (Revised poem I posted on another website.)The…Continue
Started this discussion. Last reply by Del Huntsman Jan 19, 2012.
On an early bright sunny dayA green pill sat on my window sillA dead bird by its side layOne early bright sunny dayA noxious sight under a glorious ray“A frightful spectre,” I sayThat early bright…Continue