She winces as he mashes the food on his plate
Salty gravy oozing between his dark fingers
She wonders how to turn this into a documentary
And misses the tender textures of love.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.
She winces as he mashes the food on his plate
Salty gravy oozing between his dark fingers
She wonders how to turn this into a documentary
And misses the tender textures of love.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.
NOMZI KUMALO 
That last line brought me to my knees. I relate. Thank you, Nomzi for your beautiful poetry.
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Yhu Unathi. That is a first. Such humbling heartwarming words. Thank you and you are most welcome. 🙂
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very nicely documented – love the surprise ending. thank you for sharing!
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🙂
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This is a very good poem…light and yet riding deep currents. Well done!
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Spot on John. I could not have said it better myself. And thank you for taking the time out. 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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Your poem is much more gentle than mine. Thank you, Nomzi, for alerting me to your words.
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😀 How wonderful Bear. They are both quite fantastic. Plus they are both honest. I like that. 🙂
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⭐ ⭐ Thank you for you kind words for both of us ⭐ ⭐
Sometimes I feel quite naked when I read what we poets write.
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You and I are both welcome. 😀
It all comes with spiritual responsibilty. The strength in vulnerability. What we choose to share and what we choose to read. We get to know rather intimate aspects of one another. Ourselves ultimately. I generally love poems that convey life lessons. How about you? 🙂
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Yes
Hugs to you, Beautiful One.
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❤
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