He took her by hand
And like the burning end
of a midnight cigarette,
He put her out...!
...
Like an apple tree amidst the forest trees,
I have dwelt in
Both placelessness and placefulness.
...
What love was that,
That stood on the melting ice,
Which raided my soul's love
Like the fires of vodka?
...
I am a Ugandan
And nothing can break that eloquence.
I praise my being to the land;
...
I have walked
in the silvery mist decades
and seen rays of fate
which ascend nameless hate;
...
Kirabo Anthony is a Ugandan writer, born on 23 December 2002. He has poems featuring in one of the Ugandan Anthology, The Pearl Anthology. He is currently working on his forthcoming anthology, " Series of Life" .)
Mom
He took her by hand
And like the burning end
of a midnight cigarette,
He put her out...!
That fateful night
Render none but; to curse the past;
The regrets of swimming in pools of love
But at least she had a smile from the dive.
A smile, that shall forever
Lag her heart in the past of never.
That smile of the Virginal opening;
To click the living past... of lies!
That fateful night
Rendered her no bed but; shivers
From the moonlit darkness rivers.
Life is short-long with no ties.
There's nothing I despise like leaving and nobody to know that I have ever lived. If you can't sing write, if you can't write, creat, if you can't creat, rule. But above all leave a legacy.
A seed affirms it's roots in order to grow into a plant and bear fruits. In life your today's hustles define a lot your better tomorrow