Makhosonke Dhlamini Poems

It's beyond metaphor, nor smile in oxymoron,
And lies in the hands of irony.
Only fragments in ink can define the monotony
Of politics punctuated by propaganda.
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Ink  and Breath


Tragic ink, it paints clouds without rain,
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He disappeared when autumn sang the last hymn.

Trees cogitate in silent and poetry shall not express grief; we shared shade while dismantle our problems
And
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I chase illusion; despair descends
When the sun melts at noon, time reveals reality's truth.
Oh dear, whisper to my conscience:
A month has passed; the benches remain.
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Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes pass,
Frozen breath in mirrored glass.
Mist, like dew, upon the rose does lie,
Embracing petals, blue as morning's sky.
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Cemetery 22, my ink lives on;
Nor is my mind poised, nor does it falter
In absurdity, a symptom of mirages.
The dead can't read or blink, it's true;
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One road leads to two paths,
Destiny calls like a soothing symphony.
Your footprint longs for one,
Yet look far, your shadow is your companion.
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If I die first, I'll kill the sting of death
With memories that forever breathe
I'll lay the carpet of white roses
To crown your with  love
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Is it the name that carries weight?
Or the mind that sways the sea
Of thoughts that ebb and flow?
Or is it gift that beams light in wilderness,
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