So Long Ago It Was Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

So Long Ago It Was

Rating: 4.9

I sit at the end of the yard
I see the true end of the string
Long, winding it goes
Leading my thoughts through the needle
Sewing a spectacle called my life
In a home meant to be mine forever
Yet taken from me by time.

I see the trees green and solid
Painted in the space that shows
We lived, loved and laughed there
For we knew not that we were
The thread that was held
In the hands of the sewer turned time
We walked into the mud puddles
After the rains bare footed
And felt the cold earth underneath.

We heard the sounds after the rain
Saw the sun creep into the valley
Like it was afraid of the rainbow
It stood high against the mountains
Another day we would live to think of
The day we wish to return to
It is gone and only the mind
Can take us there to see you
Beautiful country of mine.

Who said we would walk in exile?
Who said we weren't in exile
Our land bleeding with death
People shrouded by power
Which filled the streets
And walked to the villages
And spoke and poked the nerves?

Yes I miss you land of mine
I wish to see you and hug you
Because of the truth of love
For it never lies to me
You are beautiful to look at
You leave my mind full of this
The love of you I can touch
Even when I am miles away from you.

The world continues to unfold
Like the years I spent there
The yard unfolds in front of me
I sit and look on daily
Walk into the future step by step
As if I am walking right where I came from
For you who is exiled will know
We want to touch tomorrow in yesterday
And claim it for ourselves as well
In lands far away from our own.

Saturday, May 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: exile
Fikile Sibandze 03 August 2016

Sarah longs for the country from which she has been exiled. Through this poem, she tries to live & recreate that which she cannot have. As a person who long ago lived in that place myself, these words allow me to long & relive myself. Would that someone would acknowledge the broken pieces of the silent land in hopes of recreating all that has been lost.

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Elissa Tong 23 October 2016

The words of this poem draw images in my mind, so strong and vivid. Beautiful poem, haunting, and soothing at the same time.

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Rebecca Navarre 08 November 2016

Beautiful! ! ! Melancholy! ! ! Heart Felt! ! ! Heart Touching Poem! ! ! Thank You So Much For Sharing! ! !

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Seamus O Brian 08 November 2016

Hauntingly beautiful. So much of what was, so much of what cannot be lives on only in our mind. This is one reason every person can be such a treasure, holding within them entire countries, entire lifetimes, entire families that exist nowhere else. You communicated so poignantly the beautiful love you have for your homeland. In one sense, we are all refugees; all of us are just passing through this life with only the mirage of permanence to anchor our hopes and dreams. Be blessed, good writer, in your journey through far lands. I pray for you the hearth of home to light your way, no matter how far your travels carry you.

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Onuora Ilodibe 15 November 2016

Beautiful poem.... So long ago and still longing to yesterday in our tomorrow... Sarah Mkhonza

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A B Faniki 19 August 2019

Lovely poem fill with small images of longing for nature and the home u hold dear thanks 4 sharin

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Uddhab Naik 17 April 2018

The words are beautifully wreathed to connect the hearts of the readers....

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Richard Wlodarski 13 November 2017

Such vivid imagery! A tapestry of love and heart-felt emotions. Exquisitely crafted. Excellent write! Wonderful to read, Sarah! Thank you for this gem.

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Upendra Upm 25 September 2017

Nice poem, congratulations.

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Rini Shibu 09 September 2017

Beautiful, I like the metaphor used for needle and sewing.. Excellent

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