Nsamu Moonga Poet Ballad

Language Stillest

Language Stillest

I gazed
I saw
The little rose petal
Red, violet, blue, pink, white
Colours hazed
Flying by the lip of the bridge

Put my palm 
to own it
Zoom! It shuns
just an inch away.
Follow it again
the millionth time
can’t hold it still.

The fragrance tells
The warmth! Belonging!
Warmth is
Language stillest
Unsopken but 
Wholly apprehended

Sweet rose be mine,
I pray.


(c) Copyright. All Rights Reserved. Moonga Nsamu. 2003

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Toquyen Harrell October 21, 2012 at 5:29 AM Sweet, lovely write, Nsamu. Love ya, Toquyen

Anne-Lise Andresen October 21, 2012 at 4:09 AM A lovely poem Nsamu, thank you for sharing it with me. Have a nice Sunday. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)