Eugene Skeef Poems

Stroke for me
the tuned tongues
of the kalimba
that i may slumber
...

I speak as a child of africa

strip the bark
of the tree
...

When i was a boy
in durban
i wrote poems
on the beach
...

Love is all that matters
for it is from love alone
that all things grow
...

Without listening
there is no dialogue
without silence
there is no music
...

Truth
is like the sun
that invites the clay
to drink the water
...

I send you
filaments of love
crushed
under the hooves of angels
...

and our tears
shall crystallise
...