Romeo D. Matshaba


The scenes of a ruined heart


Dear, may I tell you how my heart behaves?
At times, I’m a sagging bird dragging a tired wing,
a sad and ruined statue befallen by rain. Most valued,
lips overlook to mention, that lacking you –
I am lured by her cold winter’s shade,
deceived by her wispy summer’s heat.
My fine darling, this here is how my heart behaves:
it shy’s as girl in your light and cries as rain in your shadow
elates when you’re here, dies, when you’re occasionally there.
Lovely, how this very night I will weep the saddest tears
as if my heart were exposed to ruthless ice, lice then mice
and dear beauty, how amid wolves, dogs and owls
I will howl at the moon the saddest songs.
still my howl is mute in your ear,
my heart is a nothing to your eye.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 17, 2013

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