urn

How many sunshines

And rainy days did I miss

Of your daily life?

 

In this pretty urn

Is all that remains of you.

I wonder which one.

 

The one that smiled

In my memories of her

Or the scowl and frown.

 

Did I really see

The person you paraded

Or the masquerade?

 

Will I ever know

The genesis of your smile

Now hidden away

 

In your everyday life

That I missed all these years.

I said: “I love you!”

 

Now I’m not so sure.

 

20180413_112918

Truth held her tongue

Shuddering, timid and weak

Kneeling to power

 

For too long subdued

By weaponry of the state

Built on the Big lie

 

For too long crouching

Convinced she could not win

Against the mighty

 

For too long ruled

By bigotry and sly greed

She  lifted the stone

 

Now we have a sling

Giving voice to the voiceless

Through phone and fibre

 

Empires will fall

When crowds speak truth to power

By choosing their mark

 

The David within

Dormant for too long

 

Montreux 2012 205

Snow-capped mountains

And spring flowers trim the lake.

You are not alone

 

As you pay homage

To a love we’ve both kept warm,

Across time and space.

 

As you re-trace paths

We once walked together,

I am there with you.

 

Your joy is mine too

When your memory recalls

Great times we shared.

 

Just like the seasons

Straddle beneath the bright sun

Our souls do the same.

 

Spring transcends Winter

Each time I see you again.

 

 

 

Winnie 5
Winnie Madikizela-Mandela – Source: Mail & Guardian

The river ran through you

Sometimes in your lonely tears

Sometimes like bounteous rain

For the forlorn and forgotten

 

Sometimes it seeped through

Cracks hardened by scorching

Sometimes it gushed with rage

In thorny jungles among fallen trees

 

Sometimes it tried to engulf you

Still – you rose to walk tall and regal

Rising after each tumultuous fall

Sometimes it flowed in your smiles

 

As lenses flash and accolades stream in

It is clear – you cast your own shadow

Carved your own path through the valleys

The hills and treacherous mountains

 

Sometimes an enigma in your depths

But now always our crowning waterfall

 

A TRIBUTE TO WINNIE MADIKIZELA MANDELA – MOTHER OF OUR NATION:

                                                        26/9/1936 – 2/4/1918

Winnie 2winnie-madikizela-mandelaWinnie-Mandela 3

Fierce and Feisty

Who knew the mother you were

Than the downtrodden 

 

couple 2

If you call

One last time

Will I melt like molten wax

Feeling the heat, your lips on mine

 

 

If I stay

One more night

Will I cascade volcanic eruptions

When you call out, in mounting bliss

 

 

If we walk

Down a different path

Will we lose ourselves, yet again

Without regret or blushing shame

 

I dare not look

Into your smouldering eyes

For your answer is plain to see

 

thumb_IMG-20171229-WA0001_1024

A stone on my back,

Heaves from a sinking ship,

A moving cloudburst,

 

Undulating tides,

Have all had their way with me.

Vanquished – I lie

 

Waiting for the dawn

Of a sun-breezy day,

Silver-lined oaths

 

To free my bondage

And cover my nakedness,

Shield my dignity.

 

Time to lift the curse

To clear the smog in the air

That blinded us all.

 

Time has come for us

To rinse away the rancour

Of a captured state!

 

 

20171222_132508
Photo Credit: Alex G

You were always waiting

On the other side

As we heaved and trawled

Our mounting burdens

 

Sometimes the darkness

Blindfolded us, losing us!

The noise became too loud

The road much too long

 

Then through the tunnel

Light trickled in

There you were… waiting

On the other side

 

Firmly rooted

Filling the space

With your curved branches

Filtering light, promising shade

 

The waiting must surely be over

On the rebirth of this day

That so many died for

That we might live again!