But For Rhymes

But for Rhymes Of things I am uncertain I speak. But what is not contained can leak. Or it would be hidden behind the curtain, Balm cracks of a wearisome life damn certain. Between the sweet and the sour lies the beautiful. In the in-between spaces is life bountiful. Is beauty but for the visually gifted? It self-reveals to the in-sighted. Certitude embalms elation, Preserved for futuristic salvation. The song of ‘lukumba’ bird evokes irritation. The grace of a noble eagle in flight needs redemption. Save for the enlightened, Living is a perilous endeavour. Fierce courage though frightened. Unimagined paths birthed in labour. From side to side I swing and ponder, The mystery of awe and wonder. Silences are louder and louder. Embracing me to cry on ye’ shoulder. Nsamu Moonga-29/05/14 Note: Lukumba is a nocturnal bird predominant in Zambia. It is known for its attractive feathers and melodious song.