For the tele-visions in their televisions
we gave the shirts off our backs
and traversed into that sunset
of a never ending night-time
neither of us have yet to return from
of native echoes long lost
with the mutters to their songs
of who they once were
and the empty cattle kraals heralding
herds traded for false reflections
that since followed the sun
to its eternal slumber
The ashes of the dead campfire
ponder the return of the nomad
who left awander in seek
of the oasis that once germinated
the very roots of his being
and the wisdom of his elders
If only we could learn to read
and follow the stars
like we did before, surely
the cradle still longs our rebirth
Awaiting that reclamation, longing
our own homecoming
Surely then, the night
will abandon these tele-visions
and greet the sun again, to become
our eternal compass
and timekeeper
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Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
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You certainly have an interesting way with words ! I liked the read 🙂
Oh, thank you, kind yellowrose 🙂
you should pen another along similar lines & we could make it into a televised serial ... joking aside .. this was both intriguing and compelling my friend .... Neville
Hahahahahaha, nice one my friend :-)... Thank you. Very much appreciated.
'who left awander *seeking
the oasis that once germinated
the very roots of his being
and the wisdom of his elders
If only we could learn to read
and follow the stars
like we did before, surely
the cradle still longs our rebirth'..
(this just beautiful, dear Poet
a hymn for the losses
we accumulate, in trying
to distance ourselves
from the bloodshed, stains
in our collective: heritage...)
when will it end
this cyclical need, to differ
from one generation, to the next
imprinting our foreshadowing, mistakes
for our next generations, pitfalls
of neglect
and far - too, belatedly realised: regret...
You wrapped your brilliant mind around it so well, L.B. You really take it apart in a beautiful way... "Collective heritage". A pivotal phrase there. I thank you, kindly, a million times over.
There must be a generation who only know life online. This will be the same generation who have never seen the countryside, think milk comes from supermarkets, and will probably die watching the telly. That sure is so sad, but it is what it is.
I couldn't help but laugh at the line "will probably die watching the telly"... But yah, I totally get you. It is what it is sir.
What perfect lines
Tells me stop binge watching and wander and get lost at different sites
Good one dear poet
Thank you fellow Poet. Much appreciated.
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