Submission by Lungelo S. Mbuyazi

[Lungelo Mbuyazi]

    Dear all fellows.

    This is my unpublished poem. Kindly include it to the 19 Poems For Winter edition.


    The 18h00 Roosters

    When the winds blew low and high,
    The sand swiftly felt shy and gathered all
    As the trees and the grass danced all
    To the musical strings emancipating
    From the electric cables above and human roars.
    Stunted, as I pen a love letter to my lost lover

    My bubbled eyes, became lazy and shut,
    My dark chocolate skin felt haze and minty,
    My chaotic mind went puzzled and froze,
    Then I said: "surely the storm is coming."

    As the winds blew low and high,
    Before the 18h00 roosters crows,
    I found myself sinking in the whirlpool
    With four shadows of the darkness
    With elusive red but seriously eyes
    And hanged shoulders in black jackets
    With a gun pointing at my forehand:

    The 50th stadium stairs became 5 stairs down
    As my 2 km home away became 10 metres down
    And my wife's urgency was now,
    But my round face kissed the stairs.
    As I rised, I could only find my pen and paper

    The cold winds blew warm and fuzzy,
    Then, I recall that the winter was there
    And the collectors of our life's fortunes
    Had began their work of paramount theft.
    And I recall, I had been sitting by the stairs
    All by myself before the summer days fades.


    Biography:
    I am Lungelo S. Mbuyazi from South Africa. I was born on the 22nd of February 1992 in Durban. I'm a professional high school teacher, specialist in both Mathematics and Physical Science. I live in Durban, KwaZulu Natal province with my wife Charlotte. I am a poet and I believe that I have no control but my existence has to be a contribution to others.