Zindzile V

Many a day and night I hoped – a lover forlorn

And my incessant passions dwelt for long

On the wind creations of fairy airs

As vivid as the brave imagination dares

And there I dwelt among silent groves

Whispering steaming words to a cold world

My hand clasps missing the fleeting doves

My fiery touch melting female figures of wax mold

Eventually did I burst out of this lonely dream  

And finally did I find my beautiful — my isle girl

O I want to sing and dance and whirl

Having tasted love I want to shout and scream

My Zindzile– it is more delightful to wait on a lover real

Than fading images without the lover’s feel

Sea Shells Souvenir

A friend of mine was headed for the coast

and I begged him in earnest

to bring me a sack of sea shells

when he gets back inland

since I can’t afford the train ticket

I tell everyone I know who is headed for the coast

to bring me the same souvenir

of shells of all sorts and sizes

I shall know what to do with them

I have ideas in mind to the service of beauty.


None of my friends came back with shells

they dined and wined and swam with dolphins

they stayed in white walled hotels

and basked in the sun drinking coconut water

and forgot to kneel in the sand

and collect shells washed ashore

or left behind in the low tide

they wonder what I’d do with them anyway

they smile and laugh it off

like some sick joke

and the vast ocean of my imagination

remains restless and yearning

for colourful shells on its shores