Poetry by Thandeka T'kay Gonde

Poetry is...
...a prayer in the heart of a pilgrim
...a song, on the lips of a lover
...a letter, lost on the way
...a ticking bomb, in the hands of a soldier
...a bead of sweat, on the farmer's brow
...a jade, at the bottom of the ocean
...a leaf, floating in the air
...a dialogue, between a great mind and itself
...expensive wine, drip drop drip drop, down the cliff of tabletop
Poetry is...
...the music of a silent guitar
...a dream so real, a reality so ethereal

Lady of the night by Artwell Masuku

 

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An attractive
Woman
Stood under
Neon lights
On a street corner

Her face
Radiated
Heavenly
Warm tones
Of rich gold

I loved her
Posture
And the way
She smelt

She pretended
She was
Nice
I knew
Differently.

First Waitress by Donal Mahoney

 

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Outside, the still

of crickets.

Inside, petals

of a cold sore

foliate,

a boutonniere

for full lips.

Looking up, I tell her

two eggs, basted,

hash browns,

coffee now.

Later on,

she says

the birthmark

I found

south of her navel 

she’s had

all her life.