Poetry In Making
By Parizo Van Thulare
Like the thunderstorm in my mind
It rolls ,seeking a way out
It crawls deep out of my pores, hoping to see sun
Burning as the veld fire
From my medulla to my spine ,the heat is felt .
In words rhyming like in a flog
Telling me to wake up and let in bleed
Round and round down my mouth
It wants to speak for the broken
The mender of souls
The healer of hearts
The remedy of doubts
This is POETRY in making
Copyright © Paris Thulare | Year Posted 2019
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