I Hear The Singing Poem by Nkululeko Mdudu

I Hear The Singing

Rating: 4.5


Crackle crackle pot and kettle;
how the water boils slow.
Crackle crackle dust come settle,
And hear the singing down low.

Bubble bubble burn and boil,
Ancient as the deep blue sea.
Ain't no bubble wrapped in foil;
floating high and delicately.

Waffle waffle stealing eggs;
steady aiming upon his head.
Waffle waffle-crack goes the egg,
And I shoot the poor dog dead.

Empty crackling pots and kettles,
Burning bubbles in the sea,
An egg stealing dog now dead
hears no crackling, only singing in his head.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lungelo Mbatha 19 April 2008

i like the music nkululeko, but hey, did you really have to shoot the 'stealing dog'!

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Nkululeko Mdudu

Nkululeko Mdudu

Queenstown/ South Africa
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