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.
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