Salt water

“The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.” Isak Dinesen

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2017.

Who is to blame?

“When you think that everything is someone else’s fault, you will suffer a lot. When you realize that everything springs only from yourself, you will learn both peace and joy.”
Dalai Lama

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Summer loving

Life can get challenging sometimes, so when it does, find the light; in a poem, a song, a good conversation, a shared meal, rest, under a tree or by the sea.

I remember going through a painful period in my life that pushed me to write my first WordPress post about returning home to South Africa, essentially to myself. Some day I will tell you about how poetry chose me back then.

Now almost 2000 followers later, I am truly grateful for your support, guidance and inspiration. Time to focus on editing my poetry book and it’s more work than I ever expected. I will visit you and post a new poem, first Monday in October. What about a collaborative project?

Take a chance and be inspired by an earlier poem, follow my poetry blog by email (top right hand corner) or support my Artist page @ https://www.facebook.com/Nomzikumalo/

I wish you a peaceful season.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2017.

Rivers

Spring’s bittersweet tears
For life was never more with us
Than when we bathed in mercy.

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After

Everything that was never promised
Eventually arrived as hollow as grief
Some things do not fall under justice.

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Deep light

Quietly after summer upon my body
Is she changing her colours again
Will we understand love before we make it
Will we honour the answers at this depth
Do we know what poverty is
Are we awake.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.

 

Joy

I hear the church bells ringing
And the birds take flight into the cold spring skies
And of all the things that I wish to do
I want to know what it is like to soar with you
Through the mundane things of this world

Because masturbation is not love
Pornography is not love
Equality is not love

Love is free from our imagination
As free as the rain that falls from the heavens
Mountains valleys oceans alleys
She can not be rented nor invented nor paused

So forget about yesterday and tell me about now
What brings you pure joy
Love.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.