The Spill Poem by Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Niki Nicholas Nkuna

BURGERSFORT (Leeufallei farm or Ga- Makwakwasi)

The Spill



In the Garden of Eden there's that one fruit
The one and only
Pulling the strings of the heart
No need for a vision that is often a beacon far
The sight is glooming bright close by
But seen with a haze pretentiously
To divert the gaze of the tigress
At times the tigress will go into slumber
A vintage time for consummation of lust
Beyond the pretentious covet veil
Sooner day will dawn and the spoor will lead to the growth
Over the spoor history will tell the wheat was carried
And the spill left a trail of seeds
Inevitable revelation of stole trail
Too late for the tigress to remonstrate with the tiger
The cry in the vicinity is thin but loud

NNkuna,13 June 2014

Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: lust
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no use to cry over what has already happened
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Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Niki Nicholas Nkuna

BURGERSFORT (Leeufallei farm or Ga- Makwakwasi)
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