Of Poems, Photos and Paintings: A poem by Moore Ngwenya

 "The Fresh Waves Of Spring”

       By: Moore Ngwenya 

The sun awakes from the distant horizon.

To grab away every trail of frost.

As the clouds separate in clutters,

Opening a way for the fresh waves of spring.

The sun shooting down spears of life,

Reliving the withering plants .

Sprouting the dormant seeds ,

laying in a decade moments of sleep.

Heating the pearly petals till they blossom

a magma of fragrance.

Fruits already folding into a bolus of juices

and ripe.

All humming a tuneful melody of rejoice .

To the fresh waves of spring.

Grass slowly growing into green veld of spring.

Beaming tassels leaping with trails

of rejoice.

With wildlife bustling in the area aborting

migration.

Their stomachs bulging sideways like a roll

of hay stack.

The skin gleaming with gratitude

 to the fresh waves of spring.

People slowly defrosting from the

freezing houses.

Slowly rolling jerseys in packs

and stacks.

Connecting to the colourful community.

Cutting the tight chains of isolation free.

Greetings being the grail of every tongue.

Embracing a shoulder of unity

and reassurance.

As culture and heritage unleash its bright

glimpse of existence.

Celebrations slowly crowding every corner

of the place.

As camp tents erect in every green sport

of nature.

All in adoration making a grand parade,

to the fresh waves of spring.

2“Foot Steps Drip Blood In Joyful Footprints”

My eyes clouded with endless rainfall

of tears.

As I turn back to embrace the journey

of bravery.

Looking onto the colourful footprints of

endless efforts.

Touched by the beak of perseverance.

Footsteps drip blood in joyful footprints.

Making my toddler steps stain the startling

day to come.

As I fell and arose to lean on the heel of

my feet.

Feeding the stigma of my height till I

stood straight.

Footsteps drip blood in joyful footprints

Stepping thorns of backstabbing and unending

gossips.

Pricking out droplets of pain stained in blood.

Quenched by the fumble onto the burning

coals of hatred.

As I cried out the malicious waves of anger

swallowing me up.

Falling upon stones of rejection and disguise.

Whilst crawling in the road of generational

bad joss.

Panting towards the river I long to feel.

Footsteps drip blood in joyful footprints.

Freezing my feet in ice cubes of intrinsic motivation.

Slowly pulling out thorns held by the tweezers

of hope.

Covering my feet with lotion of patience.

Puffing off my groans of desperation.

Whilst bandaging my feet in rags and straps

of unending smiles.

As I drag my knees to take every step.

Till the feet fed on the aches of my foot.

Making me stand on the ground of success.

As I pluck unending echoes in round of

applauses.

Yet my eyes wink and lash on the glittering trophies.

And glamorous achievements gliding at the edge of

 each footprint.

Footsteps drip blood in joyful footprints.

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