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Clementine Kganyago Poem
and then they looked to the sea
with eyes floating the currents above
to look beyond the sea, they thought
to look beneath the sea, they wondered
'not too far', they cried out
'not too deep', they said
'let the waters comfort in the strength of tides
as we listen from far away'. still and quiet
in his response:
'i have but yet another night
to row the sediments discarded into the sea
another night is this
where i learn the thoughts of the ocean. and
this night is different
this night is different
a man dissolving
to his final destination
of bodies apart, floating weightless'
the story when the night became different
a man laid out by the sea. let alone
the sky cannot forget
a hymn to the sea
a hymn from the sea. that night was different
that man was different,
parted to the heavens
the stars became his eyes
close enough to see
how he met himself
at the bottom of the ocean.
Copyright © Clementine Kganyago | Year Posted 2013
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Clementine Kganyago Poem
The sea is
stirring,
Whisked by the winds
Climbing on like
giants
By each wave,
See how it
hurries by
The sea is
stirring,
Pawed by the sailors
Rushing on like
ghosts
With each wave
See how it pounds
The sea is
stirring,
Black like the
thunderous gales
Cornered by full
hales
In each wave
Drowning into the
world
The sea is
stirring,
Highly like rushing
fire
Kindled by the bare
earth in the abyss
Watching like still
eyes
Feel how it throbs
The sea is
stirring,
Bursting like a
tattered melon
Swollen more under
pelts of rains
Rolling away,
rolling away
Sought by the
stylish firmament
The sea is
stirring,
There is goes, there
it goes
Yearning for the
hues of half-golden
years
‘Standing on the
shore.’
It’s not a secret
any longer
This tale will soon
form o'er,
Like the dry and
cold wind
I have yet to see
The stirring sea.
Copyright © Clementine Kganyago | Year Posted 2014
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