Endless March

The sunlight hits the floors
Warming the cement walls
Perhaps it is cold in Paris too
And there is a price to pay
For hurting someone
There as well.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.

Poof goes my oppressive ego

I know what I am doing
Where I have no earth master
When I listen to how it is
Still and want for nothing
My sweet pace
My love.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.

Follow faster

Religion
In a rush
For my life
To work
The way you want
Or have seen
One lifetime
In a movie
Or the neighbours
Are the fittest
In the selfies
Last week
Head anywhere
Come on
Follow faster.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.

Pray for Spring

Warm gentle rays
Briefly unclench the concrete town
Winter draining into the swollen underearth
Whose bowels digest the dark of your discontent
But who am I to mistake your magnificence
Your cool air invigorating life’s purpose
Oh lift me up
Once more.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.

Alive

The day you realise that you are
A drop in the ocean
Against the pressure the urgency of the importance of your veins.

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You are her brother

She had lost her mother tongue
How he laughed too at her standing hair
That place where he felt stronger than her
So she sang empty reassuring words
So that he could sleep.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.

When is Spring

Waiting for the bus to come
To take away these long arctic minutes
Oh sun have mercy
Reveal my forgiving heart.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.