Cocoa.Tea Poetry
A faith-based creative space🌿 All Caribbean Writers/poets and artists are welcome.
Tuesday, 1 April 2025
Own- Kendel Hippolyte
Friday, 28 March 2025
I wait for you
Tuesday, 25 March 2025
The Child Ran Into the Sea - Martin Carter
The child ran into the sea
but ran back from the waves, because
the child did not know the sea
on the horizon, is not the same sea
ravishing the shore.
What every child wants is always
in the distance; like the sea
on the horizon. While, on the shore
nearby, at the feet of every child
shallow water, eating the edges
of islands and continents does little more,
little more than foam like spittle
at the corners of the inarticulate mouth
of some other child who wants to run
into the sea, into the horizon.
- Martin Carter
Friday, 21 March 2025
Pain is a humane thing
Own- Kendel Hippolyte
A road razzled with restaurant signs and menu boards, lights twinkling in the eaves, winking a come-on at the tourists; glimpses—between the...
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