Lament
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| Picture: davidsweeneyart.com |
Mabopane summer rains
dampen streets and dreams
Their current washes away
the rest of the seasons
Young ambitions and visions
are flowing down-stream
to connect to the dead sea
bearing aborted life missions
The grave is pregnant with potential
the “what could have beens”
The restraining fact
is that the one room is not spacious enough
to see and experience yourself
with an arm’s length growth
you can’t manage to grow
for death stops you in your tracks
We have a handful of speech-heroes
and in dire need of action-greats
Those who seize the day
who know the value of a moment
those who detest delay
knowing how it steals time
and how there’s no turning back its hands
amazing ma man! i lke the way you play around with words, and the pictures you paint with them.
ReplyDeleteTanks for the feedback tatane.
ReplyDeleteyoh, I am conquered and utterly discomfited by the strength in each word's grip. The sweat that gleams on the forehead of your thoughts intimidates the speech-hero in me...
ReplyDeleteAm I changed or just sightly shaken by your pen's lament? Angazi, but I cannot deny that the piece has stolen from me pieces of excuses and has initiated a transition of thought. Unwelcome as it is at present, a translation from Decisions that sleep and dream to Actions that speak better than intentions, has been invoked. What is read cannot be unread.
Your pen is heavier than a sword, I speak in relation to the other pieces as well. Sir, without pose or pride - you write.
I would comment on every post individually, (itching to) but that might be misconstrued as overt stalker tendencies...nonetheless, il miglior fabbro!!
*Salutations from a former-handmaid.
Ahahahaahhaha! Shaaa! And your ink never ceases, even when silence has elevated. I do miss you. I remembered you on your day of birth, but the two numbers I have denied me access to my eternal handmaid.
DeleteConcur my completion. Arrive.