Poetry Bulawayo

Scratchings of conversations past Love stories I believed would last Hands clasping mine you promised the start of a gift of love where I'd have your heart I never received the gift you proposed When I reciprocated my love you froze In terror fled, abandoned the dream I was living it already... I'm foolish it seems...

Photo (c) Juju Films As tiny as you are, you swallowed six years of my life, and digested it, and shared it , with your rocky children. Among them is the Leviathan Zuma Rock, Always keeps his Eyes opened to cloister you from evil, Yet, he could do nothing when his younger ones cry from the punches of volcanoes, that has left my grandmother's well-founded house black-eyed. As tiny as you are, you sipped the blood of my teenage years, and shared it with; the dry and flowing rivers, the water-less and water-filled wells, the brut and watered streams, the harsh and gentle sun, the violent and unflappable rainfall, the grey and green grasses, that make up your teeter-totter personality. As tiny as you are, you stole six years of my mother's familiarity, and shared it with your peopled market, the fence-less schools, the hut-governed villages, and the mud-clothed footpath. As tiny as you are, You stole six years of my s...

A lady, A rarity these days, Like a dodo, Asked me one day, Which turned out to be fine, If I was ok Then she began to leave. In response to her request, I said hold on, Then I began to lay out the basis, For my saying that I was fine. Said I, Holding all things constant, Freezing everything in time, Bridling even the wildest gale, I was fine. Then she did one thing, She beamed and said excitedly, Ceteris Paribus! We locked arms, And danced round and round, In the middle of the street, Sounds strange now that I am writing about it, But we did a happy little jig, And the sun was almost dropping, Into the pocket of the earth where it was carried, To the next day. So, We did this little happy jig, That never existed anywhere else, Till that moment we met, In other words, We invented it in our happy moment, And forgot about it after, Now it only exists, In this piece of poetry. Then we stopped dancing abruptly...