Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

Rookie - 79 Points (27/02/1985 / Maun, Botswana)

Cold Feet - Poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

the wings of a butterfly
spread in color to my eye
and fly away to the sky
to rest on my cold feet,
the winds have fallen
the leaves are all fallen
dry to the sun
of desert winds by morning,

the farm land is barren
to plant a seed, fallen
to the roots of dryness
to yield on each palm
to awaken the mind
of hunger and poverty,

the wind
run dry over the farm,
the man
so tired at last to the wings,
the dry corn fields
without the seeds
growing on the farm feed,

what about the women
on bare foot to the woodland?
the sad talk
as they walked
in the forest
to get woods
and start fire,

what about the cry over yonder?
the cry of little ones
thirsty of water
in the dry lands,
starving for food
that has long dried out..

the arms to a cold feet
like the lonely man
without a dog barking
when the night falls
by the cold to the feet,
his feet so cold
like a cold feet,
to wear not a cloth
in the winter of season
but a cold feet.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

winter complex

written by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
edited by Pearl Le'SoulfulPoet Gatsheni (RSA)



poem: 'cold feet'
book: 'cold feet'
year: may 2013
book no.5 of 2013

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, May 6, 2013

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