Poetry Bulawayo

'forever,' he said 'I’m scared, oh so scared,' she said he said, 'sweat blood I will for you' 'eternity then,' she said so boat set sail founded with tears 'longing' holding 'fright' crashing at infancy as it were he said, 'you shine no more! I 'eurika-ed' new light' ...................she said as a calm storm raged inside her battering her, cutting off her anchor sinking her ship so she bobs on aimlessly hoping.....hoping..... 'eternity then?' she asks ...............he says

One more breath drawn from the wintry air Yet another day, douse in stupor lost in tangling nightmares dark never to wake from deep slumber Sleep, sleep poor dead corpse Sorrows heap and cloud your face though you draw the breath of life slumber in your lungs draw empty air Swing to life a sprout of spring vibrancy and resonance like the cry of a newborn awake the slumber of your sleep Past dawn, this a new day Groan with the discovery of day the dreams of yesterday haunt today casting shadows as though she lived awake as from the death of history One more breath from summer’s heat spring is here, let down your hair Deep, deep, let loose a sigh Today is today, let out a scream.

It's Monday Night again Can't chase the blues away Hard working days And my thoughts, a million miles away The DJ is on again Lifting my spirits sway Into the sound clouds of reverberation Conversation and monotone accumulation Appreciation of  catalysed reactions Forming sounds booms And beats abounding at beat of my Boomingly beautiful mind These neo soul sounds Soothe my saturated soul Swaying it back and forth To  soundless times in my mind's eye So I'll dream, dream songs And dream worlds Drown baseless thoughts And just...escape... It's Monday night again Can't chase the blues away The DJ is on again These neo soul songs Soothe my spirits say...

I can’t remember when I last received a letter The envelope was sky-blue and had a foreign stamp The address was scrawled in tight and flowing long hand My mind went racing. Slowly and composed after a thorough scrutiny of the date stamp I gathered the willpower to prise it open. Yes, inside was the sweet scented long feather-weight ivory writing pad. The handwriting was controlled, tight and flowing. Each sentence was carefully constructed, The diction was near perfect as the syntax. It was written in an enthralling and captivating descriptive language, But still simple enough to convey her emotions. I envisioned the writer serene on her desk, Her slender and lovely hands scrawling away. The letter carried the tenderness of her feelings. It was simple yet powerful. Reading the emotional signing off, My mind wandered to new forms of communication. No email, text or chat message had moved me like this before. The letter had a mystic gripping aura. I gazed...