Paul Mwenelupembe


Lulomo Peninsula


The wispy sun, slits of fumbles
landed at Lulomo

Half ways often it pierced near
below the water
And stones, rocks whitely spread
snow falling into winter

And whirl dance, mid air, circling
over the half prairie
Long eaves catapulted along the
brown Chilumba bay
And the mouth erodes, pointing
into summer falling clay

And only Lulomo doodling coldly
settled served sips
Such apeninsula reading down
the curled wintry spills

And the Chilumba pen invented
that close coast
And the jetty stained the water
clearly red
And, by the way, she falls into
smiling lips

Submitted: Wednesday, November 07, 2012

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The poem tries to explain the delights of Lulomo peninsula which is found in my home land. Actually, it shows how it was found its existence and its beauty.07/11/2012

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