I finally placed my mat upon the ground
And set my feet at the tip of its tongue to ask you
Who keeps telling you that my happiness threatens your own
When love is here without favourable position
It was here before any land on earth was ever promised
And it will be here long after.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.
NOMZI KUMALO 
Very well put – beautiful
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Thank you for taking the time out and for your support. I appreciate that. 🙂
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The real question is do we belong to the earth? or the earth belong to us?! The irony is when one tries to own something that very something starts slipping away from that very moment….. Food for thought, Nomzi.
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Indeed. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us.
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Reblogged this on moon.flower.medicine.
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wonderful poetry
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Thank you so much for the “Like” on my blog. It was a pleasure to visit your blog and read this beautiful poem.
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You have a beautiful heart. 🙂
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Dear Nomzi, many thanks for your visit.
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You are welcome. 🙂
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Lovely!
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🙂
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Your poetry to me is poetry because it’s truth and it’s beautiful. Thanks, Nomzi.
Kind regards,
Francis.
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Thank you once again for the visit and the kind words Francis. 🙂
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People may think we own this or that. Maybe the land, or a computer, even a child (sic). And people may think this thing or that, is prerequisite to happiness or success. Your poem exposes the illusion. Each phrase is moving in its own right. “Who keeps telling you that my happiness threatens your own,” is especially powerful, and I teetor. I want to say (and blame_ others, though deep inside I know I tell myself – it’s my own fear and insecurities. In the last 3 lines you remind me – love conquers all. Thank you for this Nomzi. Today you, in your poetry, lift my heart. …. Bruce 🙂
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What a generous comment Bruce. A lovely surprise. Love is the answer each time. This moment. Thank you for taking the time out. 🙂
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Was your Grandmother’s family matriarchal? Many of the People on this continent used to be matriarchal, including mine. Where did this patriarchy nonsense get started?
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It vaguely resembles that. My educated guess is that patriarchy has its roots deeply embedded in religion and industry. The perpetual and need to tame and control nature. What do you think?
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Roosters. The religions of roosters.
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Indeed. Plus that sounds like a title for a poem. 😀
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I may have said too much again. I do have a short story : Mr. Mean Versus The Great Karate Master or How the Barred Rock Rooster Broke The Karate Master’s Toe — A Mostly True Story
https://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2015/01/27/mr-mean-versus-the-great-karate-master-or-how-the-barred-rock-rooster-broke-the-karate-masters-toe-a-mostly-true-story/ Mr. Mean was a Barred Rock rooster. And he was mean.
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Tundra, some volcanoes, sand dunes, rocky icy islands, also some very low elevation islands. Land grabs going on everywhere. Even for the inhospitable places. And water sources being grabbed, too. 😦
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Mars. 😀
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Mars 😀
People have bought real estate on the Moon, including (ex)President Bush. Dunno WHO they bought it from. Might be like the Spanish buying colonies from the French in North America. Or the Swiss owning WATER in South America. There will be fight(s) over it all one day, including the titanium on the Moon, and mineral in asteroids.
Did you know, there are now rats in Antarctica?
I wonder if there are any Lotus seeds in the seed vault? I suspect most the stored seeds are getting too old to ever germinate. Lotus seeds last. 🙂
By the way, I like that red dirt on Mars. Looks like some of the red dirt around here and in the state of Georgia, USA, too? Hawaii has red dirt in some places. They use it to dye textiles. 🙂
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“Dunno WHO they bought it from.” That just about sums it all up.
And rats in Antarctica. I presume they have adapted to the harsh climate.
Lotus seeds last. You are fantastic Bear. 🙂
There is a lot of beautiful red dirt towards the western part of South Africa. More orange though. And smells wonderful when it meets the rain. Nature. 🙂
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🙂
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So true! What a brilliant poem.
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Fabulous to hear Lady Fi. From your beautiful photography I can see that you are treating life with love and so life is treating you with love in return. You are positively uplifting. 🙂
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Is there any parcel of land without an owner? Beautiful, Nomzi. 🙂
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What a wonderful question Celestine. 🙂 All the land was divided and fenced by somebody and labelled by somebody and is owned by somebody.
My grandmother and her family owned farmland in South Africa. That land was taken, not bought but taken from them by somebody and now I am landless. Does anyone know of any land without an owner?
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Beautiful
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Thank you kindly Mallory. 🙂
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So true!
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The landless experience happiness. Thank you for visiting Portia. 🙂
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