Hands deep in the communal water
Love, the kitchen cupboards, dishes
Piled up again to live out my religion
My feet and my heart, compassion
How comforting the steaming kettle
Whistling my life pressures away
Naked before all of my confessions
I now wipe the table clear of dirt
Breathe hymns into the soft season.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
Amazing as always -this one touches home…
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This is absolutely lovely!
So kind of you to visit Cindy. A lovely surprise. Thank you. 🙂
Thank you so much Ladyfi. I hope you have a lovely weekend. 🙂
What a beautiful piece of writing.
Love your many layered words, Nomzi – they wrap round like something luxuriously soft and comforting.
Hello hello Tish 🙂 Getting into the swing of things into the new season. You too? Thank you for your generous, humbling and encouraging words. Have a fabulous weekend. 🙂
And a lovely weekend to you too, Nomzi. Missed having you around, so am glad you’re back. Here in UK we are not sure what season we are in. Seem to have been plunged from high summer into late autumn all in a few days. Summer is not supposed to leave to early! Take care.
Precisely. Nothing gradual here. Oh well, on to new autumn experiences. 🙂
Tweet tweet Celestine, I missed you too 🙂 It is good to see that you are still here. Thank you for your enthusiastic support. I grew in the sunshine, I hope you did too. 🙂
Nomzi, I missed you. 🙂 Good to have you back. That poem is beautiful. Love how you blended religion with the mundane task of cleaning. Of course a deeper meaning. 🙂
The beauty of peace, enjoyment and quiet…at home – the art of simply being.
Thank you Stormie. Those luxurious days when it is simply fitting to just be; without having to justify or change a single thing. 🙂