Abruptly he turned away in panic
As though she had come to dethrone him
Swore never to look into her eyes again
He could not bear losing her love
But it was already too late
Love had begun.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2016.
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR
NOMZI KUMALO 
Wow. Powerful and amazing words. 🙂
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I am glad that you took the time to visit and that this poem resonates with you Nandini. Have a lovely evening. 🙂
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You catched a so pure and primordial feeling… I felt quite the same when I first looked at my just born niece.
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Thank you for reading and sharing with us. It is to love ourselves deeply. Confronted by love. I hope that you are well. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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🙂
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The ending did me, Nomzi. Lovely.
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We can fuss and protest all the way, either way. As I said before, it is good to hear from you again Virgilio. Are you good?
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Beautiful! Hope you’re keep well and warm, it’s finally winter:-). All the best for the new year…
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Thank you love. Yes indeed, winter is here for real and I wish you the same. May your year be one inspired by love Khaya. 🙂
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I like!
Powerful
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Wonderful. How are you? 🙂
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… that`s the Way it goes… and nothing else matters… Fortune to 2016 ;-D
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🙂 And I wish you a new year full of wonder and love.
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…the same to you… thank you Nomzi 😀
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Thanks love. 🙂
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Wonderful poem Nomzi, with a surprise ending. I saw your concert on the Youtube link and shared it with my sister in Holland who is a pro musician with son who plays guitar in bands and she was full of praise about you. xx
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Thank you so much Paula. And I so appreciate you sharing my music. I am glad that they love it. 🙂 Is it possible to hear some of their work on Youtube? Are you making music too?
I wish you a new year full of wonder and insiration. 🙂
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I am enthusiastically and obsessionally learning to play the Native American Flute…Love the way it ‘trembles’ and sounds, and understand why it is called a ‘spirit’ flute.
My sister is now retired , son is secretive about his music..there is some youtube stuff but he is not willing to share yet!! Perfectionistic tendencies I think.
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Who knew. 🙂 How does it sound? Will you post a song for us one day?
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You know I just love your poems: “too late, love has begun.” This particular one is very strong, I can imagine the story and feel the characters rather strongly, it is those little things that are never said but feared in love, it has a way of doing that “dethroning” one and even if you are aware you willingly go in dethroned and conquered.
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Thank you for letting me know that Afrika Bohemian. We forgot what it is to serve another. We tend to associate that with weakness and poverty. I see “those little things” unsaid that you mention as windows.
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What a great poem. I love this!
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Wonderful. Thank you for your continuing support Nicodemas. 🙂
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You’re welcome. Peace!
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🙂
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Dear Nomzi, your poems are so lovely, so strong – this one in particular.
Sorry I missed your concert – but Patrik ensured me it was a success, congratulations!
Tom
4. jan. 2016 kl. 14.31 skrev NOMZI KUMALO <comment-reply@wordpress.com>:
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Dear Tom, what a lovely surprise. And thank you for your words of encouragement. Do not fear, there will be many more concerts this year for you and Marija to attend. I will keep you posted. I wish you and your family a peaceful year full of love and inspiration. 🙂
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