Garth Rakumakoe

Lady Weather Makes No Promises

With the dead flakes and ashes

that fall from my dandruff and freckles

on a bad day

I feed the birds, and watch them fly away

 

Rolling on a hay mattress, like a book

I read the brail metropolis of cities

and the stretching lines of country sides

on my weary palms, from the vantage point

of my hemispheric window, with sheer disdain

heeding no anticipations and making no promises,

it’s a black coffee morning

It’s a lazy day

 

At my sneezing they bustle about

fussing over my mood of grey

and linen on the line

If only they knew how uninterested

and unmoved I am

by the farmer’s dismay

that I shed no tears today

 

Heaven knows, I’d much rather

make no promises and stay in;

light a cigarette, wallow in the poetry

of my unmade bed, and tell no lies

Having no appointments, today

I will paint my nails

Comments6

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    Great writing ! 🙂 I like your choice of words …

    • Garth Rakumakoe

      Thank you gifted one. Much appreciated.

    • spilleronsheet

      A goon one dear poet
      Nice contrasts you made
      The usual rituals and chaos in life, wish it could stop
      Wish the clock stops ticking so that one can rest
      Felt the need for a rejuvenation after reading your poetry
      A self moment is what I must say
      Well penned dear poet

      • Garth Rakumakoe

        Thank you gifted one. I am glad it has a meaning that resonates with you. Much appreciated indeed.

      • Draven

        Very nice image you have drawn here. Well done 🙂

        • Garth Rakumakoe

          Oh, thank you fellow writer. I am enriched by your compliment! 🙂

        • Relic

          "I read the brail metropolis of cities" is such a great line. The derision and indifference in this is felt through situational phrases. Linen on the line, the grey mood, poetry of an unmade bed.

          It all displays an unhappiness that undermines behavior and outlook.

          This is a somewhat complex and borderline abstract poem, but one that is felt after reading.

          You did a great job on this.

          • Garth Rakumakoe

            I have to compliment your powers of dissection, fellow writer. Your every description is felt and understanding of craft also appreciated. Accept my heartfelt gratitude. Love, light, peace, and blessing to you and yours.

          • Teddy.15

            Dear Garth, your word play is always a joy to read very clever, we certainly should never give up! This gets more and more powerful I've read it a few times now. 💖 Ever inspiring.

            • Garth Rakumakoe

              Thank you dear Teddy. I draw great encouragement from your well of insight and appreciation, always. Visit appreciated, gifted one 🙂

              • Teddy.15

                Well right back at you dear Poet. 🤗

              • woundedheart

                I will paint my nails ... abstract indeed although art is art whether It be poetry or colour coated canvas and you colourfully covered this canvas with your very vivid imagery, great write.

                • Garth Rakumakoe

                  Thank you, fellow writer, for the read. Appreciated indeed.



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