Marcia Nonkululeko Tladi
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Poem "I won't stop writing":
- published October 10, 2006
- viewed 696 times
Other poems by Marcia Nonkululeko Tladi:
»A child called hope«
»Come and make it rain«
»Dear Death«
»Find no solace in suicide«
»Girl from Mozambique«
»I Am A River«
»I am not complaining«
»I love Poetry«
»Loveless Day«
»Magic carpet of dreams«
»Temptation«
»Unfinished Story«
»Were the world mine to change«
»You Find Me«
Visit Marcia Nonkululeko Tladi's profile page
Poem "I won't stop writing":
- published October 10, 2006
- viewed 696 times
Other poems by Marcia Nonkululeko Tladi:
»A child called hope«»Come and make it rain«»Dear Death«»Find no solace in suicide«»Girl from Mozambique«»I Am A River«»I am not complaining«»I love Poetry«»Loveless Day«»Magic carpet of dreams«»Temptation«»Unfinished Story«»Were the world mine to change«»You Find Me«»I won't stop writing«
I won't stop writing
As long as my heart narrates
Long worded sentences that have no grammatical morals
Filled with the life of the very meaning they were created for
I won't stop writing till my mind retires
And even when it has unlearnt all its schooling
I will put down my wisdom in senile ink
I will squiggle pictures of nouns and verbs
In jigsaw artistry that, only sorcerers can read
I won't stop writing
Because the poetry of ancient people was chopped down
On painted trees that make the very paper
I pen these riddles on
So I'll trace the edges of faint recycled wisdom
And bring to life the circus shows that played
In timeworn minds long-imbibed by the soil
And when I get these bursts of inspiration
Wanting to celebrate the very use of words
I'll pour all the words out my heart and make them dance
In patterned scrabbled fashions
That need not make sense
But stir the doldrums out of life
The dance of a poet
As long as my heart narrates
Long worded sentences that have no grammatical morals
Filled with the life of the very meaning they were created for
I won't stop writing till my mind retires
And even when it has unlearnt all its schooling
I will put down my wisdom in senile ink
I will squiggle pictures of nouns and verbs
In jigsaw artistry that, only sorcerers can read
I won't stop writing
Because the poetry of ancient people was chopped down
On painted trees that make the very paper
I pen these riddles on
So I'll trace the edges of faint recycled wisdom
And bring to life the circus shows that played
In timeworn minds long-imbibed by the soil
And when I get these bursts of inspiration
Wanting to celebrate the very use of words
I'll pour all the words out my heart and make them dance
In patterned scrabbled fashions
That need not make sense
But stir the doldrums out of life
The dance of a poet
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More writers from South AfricaRead all comments to this poem
Hettie Van Zyl: "that is the feelings of a real writer thanks"- Marlene: "I feel the same, that's so good"
- AS: "Pele ea pele!! Let the pen do the talking."
- NM: "Don't stop writing my sister, let that ink continue to drip...Too tight!!!"
- thimboz: "that's tight"