Monday, January 19, 2009

Black Roses Comments

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Gestures of wounds, my dark life unfound so bound in the shadows of grey mists
Treasures of pure gentleness, sounds so well curbed deeply within the black roses
Slaving dreams in voyages of my infinite joy, and all my thoughts shattering in my close sight.
My core being in agony, seeds of my peevish wisdom and all my laid scattered visions
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Sicelo Sithole
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Diana Van Den Berg 27 February 2009

This is sooooo rich in sensitivity, complexity, self-knowledge and sheer beauty - and despite the pain and anguish, totally lacking in self-pity. One of the many things that keeps striking me about your poetry is that despite your youth, and the fact that English not your mother tongue, you don't use clichés, but express yourself with a freshness and originality which you should be proud to claim your own. Bravo yet again, Sicelo!

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Anthony Edmond John 19 January 2009

Hi soul Brother These Lines are true and salient..I give U a 10. Cheers Bro, remember we have been planted upon this platform to spread the word..cheers. The Sage Anthony Edmond John +2348020984990

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