Fat Cotton is doing its thing upstairs and the blues is beating through the house. A lazy rhythm eases the tension of the day away and lulls the pain of sad news. A good friend and colleague passed away. Boniswa Adeline Mangcu, lived, loved, survived!
An Accusation
An accusation
Came to me - third hand
I cared too much for you
It was easy to care
Your gifts to me
Were much more
Living life
In the here and now
You flagrantly dared
I stand accused
First hand
Even caring like mine
Could never be enough
For the burden you carried
You were much tougher
Life’s small idiosyncrasies
Sometimes made us
Occasionally
With wild abandon
Laugh
We are all guilty
Second-hand living
Half-hearted giving
Breathing
With expectations riddled
Our incongruous lives
Brittle
Collective memories
Somehow stronger
I stand accused
No longer
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 7 March 2011, in memory of Boniswa Adeline Mangcu, Long Live your memory!
This one comes to mind...
Fragile
Fragile
Handle with care
Right side up
Sometimes
Upside down
Don't lose your crown
Fragile
Handle with respect
Upside down
I wear my crown
Sometimes
Don't hide your frown
Fragile
Sometimes
Hiding my frown
Downside up
As light as a clown
With a smile
Painted on
Who can be down
Fragile
Painted on
Right side up
With a smile
Hiding my frown
Am I the clown
Sometimes
By Simone, 14 August 2007
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