The Horizon Is Every Thin Line Poem by Sibulelo Manamatela
The Horizon Is Every Thin Line
Where the warm brown-coloured earth
Meets the blue coolness of the skies,
Where a panorama of a contemporary city
Melts into endless wild grass,
Where black and white pictures of slums starkly
Juxtapose colour images of suburban homes,
Where beggars calloused palms
Accept polished silver coins from soft hands,
Where friends arms cuddling your bare skin
Contrasts with knives being thrown at you,
When a glint in your lover's eye
Turns into shards of glass piercing your heart:
This is where the horizon lies.
theme: horizons
a very good poem, Sibulelo. And it's just your 1st here.. We're waiting for others.. ;) WELCOME AT PH and may be, your 2016, filled with Poetry!
Where black and white pictures of slums starkly Juxtapose colour images of suburban homes, Where beggars calloused palms Accept polished silver coins from soft hands, The horizon lies.......... with varied images u made it wonderful dear poet. thank you . tony
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5/2/2024 7:18:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very strong metaphor of day and night, night and light, as well as love and hate. very strong poem.