The Bathroom mirror

Sometimes the day moulds me
Into features I do not recognise
A new day when at first glance
The morning has not touched me
And neither have I had a chance
To sculpt it with anxious hands

When loving you is so effortless
Not one of my secrets is original
I set loose a hundred possessions
And stand innocent in Nothing land
Nothing land she has everything
She knows well of eternal youth.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.


  1. you inspire me the way you write its so deeply moving thank you for words,your creativity .I hope you are in enjoying spring…Sending many blessings to you..


      1. Yes indeed I am, the birds are such a delight to hear again its amazing how the seasons change…I was busy this weekend so I’m going to take a moment to rest and relax.Thank you for asking me…


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