Warning For Present

Stand firm.Swiftly Past advances to claim fragile Future,conspiring with her transport:The Thieves of Time. All Rights ReservedCopyright © 2022 Tebogo Ndlovu

Abacus At Sunrise

When tomorrow comesyet it seems a chore,Count the many hurdlesthat have become a bore.Wring them for all they’re worth,gauge out their core.Serve them to the dogs,make an event of it draped in hope galore.Then count what’s leftand let the surviving …

Prescription From The Gods

They told him all he needed:a morsel of healthy painand the grace to manage it. He turned into an angry bird,combusted into smithereens of self-righteousness.They shrugged in response, engineered a death geneerased him from the book of immortals… He died …

A Glorious Death

You should see the fall of Jacaranda flowerslate in a Savannah yearsilently genialgently sweepingpink as half of a young couple’s moodwhile in the throes of heartbreak’s bloom. You should have seen the beautiful death of Jacaranda flowers…how I’ve tried to …

The Marathon

Last night,raindrops visited upon my roof to tell a story,somersaulted thousands of miles from the heavens,landed with a war cry during a most ungovernable hour.They trekked across red tiles,down the sides of stern walls,through grimy gutters,delivered forbidden messages,confided transcendent thoughts… …

Responsibility

A pair of bodies splayed on a soft settee.Three glasses of red wine each,Four smooth songs laterHeads bob up and down,chins swaying to a drunken rhythmuntil all goes black, to royal blue. A dream unfolds that mundane nightHere comes a …

Careless Incisions

She may have sounded furious, but only because she was doubly susceptible to base emotions back then -and the sharp edges of ‘harmless’ advice, fixing ‘with love’. Something was amiss, so that all seemed inside out. Petty was noble, for …

What Patience Said To The Beast

If that is sothen let it come from your heart,not your ego.Let the genuine and tender be apparentalong the lines, furrowsvalleys, plateaus of your face;and the hairy underbelly of your nature.Let it be that you could have mined herfor all …

I Hear Voices

The voices of my roots are mellow-sometimes shrillI sense their reverberations in my bones,a call for guidance,whether or notto grow up, up all around me,crawl around my frame,tiptoe across my neck-squeeze.Or to grow deep into the earth,sturdy and confident,grounded by …