Treasure Island

Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

(27/02/1985 / Maun, Botswana)

Living Without Fade


bare
without care
as i run to my share

wings
without rings
as i fly over without means

i live without fade
for great is my faith
in me, unto him i await

her heart so divine
mine heart no design
mine works so precise

some saith, funny
to be dummy
but sweet to be honey

to a friend
mine without end
i trend
the life i spend

speak
without speech
is my wish
without bleach

lie
i tell not, why?
i see not so high
than the sky

leaves
fall and green the seeds
for us to meet the needs
and palm mine leaves

name i have
each thing a name
to identify that web
... catch and aim

nothing identifies
me than the identity
of life
...the love
and keen for life

i live without fade
if i do fade
i had long said
mine body shall fade
and shade
to rest but paid


opn18102012/0828

'fallen leaves' book no.11 of 2012
october 2012

living without fade! !

ntema's unique poetry

Submitted: Friday, November 02, 2012
Edited: Friday, November 02, 2012

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