The speaker walks devoid
of word
In a place, that no
man ever told
Like distant echoes, out
off-site
A quiet world is sinking
in dry
As the desert sands
that one try
The speaker feels it
in his walk
Love, has in a faraway
place left
All the humane voices,
were felt
In the seasoning
meditation of wits
The closer journey is
an attraction
To the tiring,
step-by-step of man
Throwing metaphors in
the still air!
Everything that has
been, has faint
Frail aberrations of a
dying season
The
speaker walks devoid of word
The
quiet words are stolen winds
Oddness in an abrasive tick of hour
A voice heard by the fallen light
Oration by the wings of redemption
The Heavens will see them fall –
Clipped between glow and gloom
A place that has no in betweens
The absolute is not love, nor hate
For there is no absolution in any
In its two sided silence and shouts
Like the walk that goes on endlessly
Enough came - enough was not steal
Enough left, for the heart was not steel
An oracle written in the days of youth
A child, a boy, a man, in the walk of life
The speaker walks devoid of word
Listening to the silence that speaks
The crashed cramped cracked words
Death will never know thee in death
For in death, thee shall stay on –
In a place, that no
man ever told
Where the heart is
mellow in yellow
The warming hands were
not enough
But the silent walk
will bring endurance
The warming feet will
be all enough
In the voice of quiet
peaceful peace
By Linda Sakazi Thwala
Linda
Sakazi Twala
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