There was a little flower in my head, with the color of the sun and bosoms resting on the stem like a full moon. This flower was once in my eye. In the day, it will tickle my cheeks and stain my lips with laughter. In the night, it will summon my own soldiers so… Continue reading Another Little Flower/poetry
I was bare, assailable, groping For your wings to run over me And lace me with warmth. But you never came. The night showed me your shadow, Weeping and groping around my wall. The wind brought you through the window And you hovered around the little lamp And ran the shadows of your fingers over… Continue reading What It Means To Grow Up Without You/ poetry
We grow eyes while asleep, when we dream we dream while awake, when we think We break like dark clouds when we stop pushing we succeed when we spill storms from our hands At every point in time we are given options like branches running out from a tree so never say there were no… Continue reading That’s why you are human/ Written by Wilson Rukevwe Lucky/ poetry
TO HIS COY MISTRESS Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian… Continue reading Love, Vanity, Eternity and the precariousness of Time rolled up into 46 lines: Read
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Tap me in the head And drag me to where kongas sing And waists roll like boneless trees Tap me in the head And drag me to where drums lay castles And ripe mangoes sway behind them like naked winds Tap me in the head Bury my eyes behind them- nests of… Continue reading Till the Kongas fade into the night