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
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Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Great writing ! 🙂 I like your choice of words …
Thank you gifted one. Much appreciated.
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
Thank you gifted one. I am glad it has a meaning that resonates with you. Much appreciated indeed.
Very nice image you have drawn here. Well done 🙂
Oh, thank you fellow writer. I am enriched by your compliment! 🙂
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.
Thank you, fellow writer, for the read. Appreciated indeed.
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