Monday, April 11, 2011

Dai Ndiri Shiri by Mgcini Nyoni

Model - Mary Kapumha

Dai ndiri shiri*
To a place peaceful
a place of still waters
and peaceful  dreams
Dai ndiri shiri
I would fly
to the place
where maidens
dance in the rain
and there is
always a pot
of gold
at the end
of the rainbow
Dai ndiri shiri
I would fly
to the sky
and grab
all the illusive
and opportunities
so that I can sing
I can
Ndai ndiri shiri
to that place
of still waters
that sooth the soul
from the this
tortuous world
that threaten
to swallow me whole
Dai ndiri shiri...

*Dai ndiri shiri – if I was a  bird
**Ndaibhururuka – I would fly

Eyes by Michael H. Brownstein

She wrote her dialogue in verse,
her emails in near rhyme, her thoughts
as sonnets, haiku and ballads,
but her eyes could not hide her fear
of aversion, her lack of understanding
dissension, expressions of danger and fear,
the rising poem like the hunter's moon,
deep and glowing from the depths 
of the dark waters of night into midnight's
rampage of nightmare, agonies, and terrors