Inside the belly of the dark city
She sprinted into the wet icy night
Until her throat and chest burned
To catch the warm fire of life.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.
Inside the belly of the dark city
She sprinted into the wet icy night
Until her throat and chest burned
To catch the warm fire of life.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.
NOMZI KUMALO 
Powerful and beautiful!
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Such wonderful news. 🙂
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Your poetry is very original and beautiful. The lines take me into a whole new world, which is what I love about poetry. I’m a fan.
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What a lovely surprise. Thank you for your generous words and your support Ina. We are the lucky ones. 🙂
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Thank you Ina. I am positively thrilled to hear that. Keep shining. 🙂
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Powerful poem! Tells a story…in whatever way we want to imagine it.
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Precisely Tiny. As a reader, ultimately, one is getting to know oneself through others. And thank you once more for your generosity. 🙂
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Hello Nomzi, beautiful poem…. Who is it you are talking about?
I was reading through and suddenly an image came to me as of a young, foreign woman just arrived to a place which she does not know and tasting it’s contradictions and, yes, not very familiar, warm things…
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A wonderful read. This poem is indeed about understanding what it takes to be strong in the winter months. There is no one formula. But being outdoors works wonders. 🙂
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Four perfectly written lines. Wonderful poem. 🙂
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🙂
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Yes! 🙂
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Hee hee. 😀
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Deep, (been there) and thank you for the insight and your craftsmanship with words. I love it too.
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😀
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Exhilarating! I absolutely love this. Well done!
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How wonderful dear Robyn. What can I say, Got to keep moving. Know that song by Mr Scruff called “Keep moving”? 🙂
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