I saw you there,
resting between the weapon and the last fallen resister,
counting the seconds until official independence,
hoping to be transported to a new identity,
your first love
waving a white flag from past’s shore
to what now seems like a stranger,
albeit
a dissolving vision of someone she used to know…
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There’s nothing as delicious as a familiar pain. Or a scathing pleasure. It’s easy to say we want to change, to ‘be better’, to ‘make it’… Meanwhile bad habit, aka old friend, scratches at the entrance to your aspirations like … Continue reading
Hello and welcome back. It’s so good to be talking to you again. I hope you are well and thriving despite the craziness in this world. It’s been a bit of a while. I’ve been toying with some topics, writing, then … Continue reading
Stand firm.Swiftly Past advances to claim fragile Future,conspiring with her transport:The Thieves of Time. All Rights ReservedCopyright © 2022 Tebogo Ndlovu
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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… … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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