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Xhwangusha
"Nou wie is jy?" "Ouma, my naam is Siyasanga, Ek is jou dogter Lalie se seun" "My Lalie, sy wat in Suid Afrika bly?" "Ja ouma, ek het vir ouma kom keur" I watch on as the spark of recognition lights up her eyes Happiness flowers through the creases on her face like fresh rain through a Namib riverbed  Her brow furrows as if trying to keep this revelation prisoner The Sun continues its long journey across the sky Her brow relaxes, and. . . . . "Hello virtel my, my kind, Wie is jy?" "My naam is Siyasanga Ouma, Ek is ouma se klien kind. My ma se naam is Lalie" "Lalie, sy is my dogter wat in Suid Afrika bly" "Dis reg ouma, ek het vir ouma kom keur" The spark returns The fresh rain flows The love warms my soul as we embrace The Sun once more takes flight Taking respite from the heat I watch as she shuffles and shimmies and shuffles once more down the corridor To the foot of the bare bed I've made my haven Words like spun silk spill from her lips as she asks "May I sit here my child? "Ja my ouma, ouma hoef nie vra nie" She shuffles and shimmies and sits down to read What a beautiful life affair she has with words, Even those from a magazine, Whose pages danced that day at her touch A letter whose ink for 2 decades laid dry The name of the man she loved preserved in his evergreen book Both retrieved from the vault that was her purse Oh how she loved those words, and they loved her She turns her head to look at me With that spark in her eye "Jy is my Lalie se seun" I smile, my face awash with fresh rain "Ja ouma, ek het vir ouma kom kuier"
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Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 5:52 AM UTC
Every first conversation (for Lydia)
"Nou wie is jy?" "Ouma, my naam is Siyasanga, Ek is jou dogter Lalie se seun" "My Lalie, sy wat in Suid Afrika bly?" "Ja ouma, ek het vir ouma kom keur" I watch on as the spark of recognition lights up her eyes Happiness flowers through the creases on her face like fresh rain through a Namib riverbed  Her brow furrows as if trying to keep this revelation prisoner The Sun continues its long journey across the sky Her brow relaxes, and. . . . . "Hello virtel my, my kind, Wie is jy?" "My naam is Siyasanga Ouma, Ek is ouma se klien kind. My ma se naam is Lalie" "Lalie, sy is my dogter wat in Suid Afrika bly" "Dis reg ouma, ek het vir ouma kom keur" The spark returns The fresh rain flows The love warms my soul as we embrace The Sun once more takes flight Taking respite from the heat I watch as she shuffles and shimmies and shuffles once more down the corridor To the foot of the bare bed I've made my haven Words like spun silk spill from her lips as she asks "May I sit here my child? "Ja my ouma, ouma hoef nie vra nie" She shuffles and shimmies and sits down to read What a beautiful life affair she has with words, Even those from a magazine, Whose pages danced that day at her touch A letter whose ink for 2 decades laid dry The name of the man she loved preserved in his evergreen book Both retrieved from the vault that was her purse Oh how she loved those words, and they loved her She turns her head to look at me With that spark in her eye "Jy is my Lalie se seun" I smile, my face awash with fresh rain "Ja ouma, ek het vir ouma kom kuier"
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Moving on this dark road Not much is visible Much like when I delve into the deep caverns of my mind I find myself dazed, lost, confused As the “unicorn” true north eludes me Monsters and demons alike. . . Snarling, baring their vicious teeth Tormenting me A moments rest is all I ask A moment to collect my thoughts A moment to bounce back and retaliate A moment before I break A deus ex machina The clouds part and something, something casts a pale blue light It is Arawa She guides me She comforts me And though this journey is mine and mine alone Acceptance of the solitude somehow reveals that I’m not truly alone With this light I can destroy all who stand against me With this light I realize that it too can come from within And now, now I am invincible
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Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 5:21 AM UTC
Walking with the moon
A raging cold blaze surrounds me This flame that started so small now out of control I fear may soon destroy all that I love Yet it is you who I love most that fans it Why do you continue to feed it? Is it your intention to let it consume all I hold dear? Do you not realize you, who I cherish are in the gravest of danger? I try to calm myself to no avail I clutch and claw my way to some semblance of sanity Some shred of warmth Though the more I struggle the worse it gets Slowly the realization washes over me as a cascade over a pebble That the only way to save you from me Is to release it into the night Ablaze I run I run through the darkness, a beacon Though unknown is whatever is drawn to me I run bellowing Releasing the angst and rage that has been building, I run I run with the hope that once this flame has ebbed I will finally find rest as a new person Free of the logs of despair and flame of cold rage Free of the monster within that birthed it And free to move on
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Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 5:20 AM UTC
Rebirth flame
A legend One foretold by the fates so long ago, that the rocks that witnessed it were but seeds for the great mountains that now pierce the sky A legend Of four great beauties to be born in a land of mystery and magic Each more graceful than the last So much so that kings abandoned their ambitions of war but for the pleasure of entertaining them The first so beautiful, her mere reflection on a lake would cause fish to forget how to swim and sink beneath the still surface Another's beauty so enticing, great birds forsook the gift of their wings and fell from the sky but to be closer to her The dark moon was formed because it hid it's face from the thirds luminous beauty and it's pull on the sea could not compare to her Flowers would refuse to bloom in the presence of the fourth, for they could never rival the splendour of her face But our legend does not end there In secret, the fates called Aphrodite to the furthest corner of space Only there could they dare utter only as a whisper the last of the legend There would be a fifth beauty Greater than all before her combined One whose bronze skin would glow more gently than the morning star Who's crown would provoke more awe than that of Cleopatra Her smile so radiant sunflowers would turn to her even at midday Her laughter would buckle the knees of immovable mountains Admitting to Aphrodite that they only revealed this truth in such a place so their words would never take form on earth Even so, Aphrodite feared her place among the gods threatened by this mortal Rightfully so it turns out, for try as they might even the fates could never stop destiny They had only but delayed her coming The whisper echoed across time and the expenses of space To finally reach the land where life began And there the whisper became you Woman, you are all the fates foresaw and more Legend, your beauty made the voices of the greatest singers leave them for they were unworthy to put your name into melody Woman, the notes of all instruments in the world could never compare to your laughter In your presence, the tide never retreats from the shore The whispers journey through breath-taking galaxies had only served to compound your majesty So much so that, so much so That words fled from this self-proclaimed poet A blessing in disguise for even if all the words in all the tongues were his cohorts, he would never craft a poem fit enough to describe her beauty, your beauty All he knows is that she was born from a whisper with stardust in her eyes A legend whose beauty threatened a goddess Born from a whisper with stardust in her eyes
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Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 2:54 AM UTC
Stardust Whisper
A legend One foretold by the fates so long ago, that the rocks that witnessed it were but seeds for the great mountains that now pierce the sky A legend Of four great beauties to be born in a land of mystery and magic Each more graceful than the last So much so that kings abandoned their ambitions of war but for the pleasure of entertaining them The first so beautiful, her mere reflection on a lake would cause fish to forget how to swim and sink beneath the still surface Another's beauty so enticing, great birds forsook the gift of their wings and fell from the sky but to be closer to her The dark moon was formed because it hid it's face from the thirds luminous beauty and it's pull on the sea could not compare to her Flowers would refuse to bloom in the presence of the fourth, for they could never rival the splendour of her face But our legend does not end there In secret, the fates called Aphrodite to the furthest corner of space Only there could they dare utter only as a whisper the last of the legend There would be a fifth beauty Greater than all before her combined One whose bronze skin would glow more gently than the morning star Who's crown would provoke more awe than that of Cleopatra Her smile so radiant sunflowers would turn to her even at midday Her laughter would buckle the knees of immovable mountains Admitting to Aphrodite that they only revealed this truth in such a place so their words would never take form on earth Even so, Aphrodite feared her place among the gods threatened by this mortal Rightfully so it turns out, for try as they might even the fates could never stop destiny They had only but delayed her coming The whisper echoed across time and the expenses of space To finally reach the land where life began And there the whisper became you Woman, you are all the fates foresaw and more Legend, your beauty made the voices of the greatest singers leave them for they were unworthy to put your name into melody Woman, the notes of all instruments in the world could never compare to your laughter In your presence, the tide never retreats from the shore The whispers journey through breath-taking galaxies had only served to compound your majesty So much so that, so much so That words fled from this self-proclaimed poet A blessing in disguise for even if all the words in all the tongues were his cohorts, he would never craft a poem fit enough to describe her beauty, your beauty All he knows is that she was born from a whisper with stardust in her eyes A legend whose beauty threatened a goddess Born from a whisper with stardust in her eyes
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A rain dance completed I wait Ever in hope of a summer shower To sate the dry bare earth And give life to this husk Then it happens Much like the scent of a summer shower You are on the breeze Too faint to know for sure Silence, then the softness of your voice above the stillness. Suddenly you erupted, a whirlwind Chaos A downpour I'm enveloped in all of you, disorientated and blissful The dry plane that was my existence will finally be quenched But as suddenly as you came You left The drops that caressed my skin and seemed to still my heart Gone But this is not what pains me What pains me is that the earth is still dry What aches these still dry bones is the rain dance After all that there is no difference The ground is still dry My thrist unsatisfied The lingering scent on the wind the only evidence you were here
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May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC
Memories of the Rain