Poetry Bulawayo

Image - dyn.politico.com  I was there, Standing with the watchers, Adding my voice to the din, Saying things, to nobody, Flinching, Scared for him, The one who was drunk, And the other, boiled-as-an-owl, Throwing fits wildly as if fighting with the air, After a while they rested, Like two turkey-cocks, Balloon lipped, blue-eyed, Spitting bloodied spit, One started about the other's mother, The crowd fell into a frenzy, Someone pushed the other's supporter, And the sun slid an inch down to it's awaiting bed, The beer hall security personnel laughed, And the short blade knife darted through space, From the back-pocket to the chest cavity, Drawing blood, End of the fight, someone toll the bell, Fun's over a man is down.

Image - kissesandroses.blogspot.com You painted rainbows on my sky Made my heart smile But it was ah! Just for a little while You made my face shine When I felt like you were mine I won't say it was a lie When u said your love won't die 'cause it was true, but just for a while

Image - nattaciabailey.deviantart.com Fitted snugly into mine years ago Strolling down the lazy streets and the city council park picturesque, with a sparkling fountain It’s rundown now the fountain green with algae I still walk the lazy streets and the park Unaware that your hand imprinted on mine is long gone It fits snugly on the steering wheel and other hands – not mine The hand I still feel it and reminisce It’s long gone though My hand took yours’ shape and no other can fit snugly into my hand anymore I walk and muse over your long gone hand