Moemise Motsepe
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Poem "To her grace I dance":
- written March 2007
- published March 2, 2008
- viewed 201 times
Other poems by Moemise Motsepe:
»A secret called ridgeway«
»anthem to the gods«
»at the feet of a goddess«
»bride of thunder«
»eclipse - a ceremony of rebirth«
»Galantly the flags billow«
»i fly«
»i search for god«
»moonlight in her eyes«
»the end of poetry«
»the epilogue of venom«
»war of the elements«
»we remember the lion«
»when the poet passes«
Visit Moemise Motsepe's profile page
Poem "To her grace I dance":
- written March 2007
- published March 2, 2008
- viewed 201 times
Other poems by Moemise Motsepe:
»A secret called ridgeway«»anthem to the gods«»at the feet of a goddess«»bride of thunder«»eclipse - a ceremony of rebirth«»Galantly the flags billow«»i fly«»i search for god«»moonlight in her eyes«»the end of poetry«»the epilogue of venom«»war of the elements«»we remember the lion«»when the poet passes«»To her grace I dance«
(For my daughter, Siamisang)
soon I will be an old man
I wear my mark of age
I bear a claim to wisdom
two
three
four or more
strands of grey
have made a home on my chin
on me grow the ashen roots
the signature of my years
footprints of a thousand seasons
in the horizon above the hills
twilight beckons in its golden glow
soon I will be an old man
my age is in my eyes
my rage is in my past
I have washed off the memory of blood
and soaked my hands in milk
with the setting of the sun
begins my journey to the gods
like the mountains I have become
a witness to Africa
her anguish and her beauty
her shame and her dignity
her agony and her glory
her tale of a thousand aches
and her rebirth
come with me to the mountaintop
and together on the throne
to feel her resolve
to see her promise
join me
to her grace I dance
my Africa
her veins are the roots in my heart
which bleed a promise into yours
my Africa
soon I will be an old man
I wear my mark of age
I bear a claim to wisdom
two
three
four or more
strands of grey
have made a home on my chin
on me grow the ashen roots
the signature of my years
footprints of a thousand seasons
in the horizon above the hills
twilight beckons in its golden glow
soon I will be an old man
my age is in my eyes
my rage is in my past
I have washed off the memory of blood
and soaked my hands in milk
with the setting of the sun
begins my journey to the gods
like the mountains I have become
a witness to Africa
her anguish and her beauty
her shame and her dignity
her agony and her glory
her tale of a thousand aches
and her rebirth
come with me to the mountaintop
and together on the throne
to feel her resolve
to see her promise
join me
to her grace I dance
my Africa
her veins are the roots in my heart
which bleed a promise into yours
my Africa
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