Marcia Nonkululeko Tladi
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Poem "Come and make it rain":
- written May 2007
- published December 29, 2008
- viewed 85 times
Other poems by Marcia Nonkululeko Tladi:
»A child called hope«
»Dear Death«
»Find no solace in suicide«
»Girl from Mozambique«
»I Am A River«
»I am not complaining«
»I love Poetry«
»I won't stop writing«
»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 "Come and make it rain":
- written May 2007
- published December 29, 2008
- viewed 85 times
Other poems by Marcia Nonkululeko Tladi:
»A child called hope«»Dear Death«»Find no solace in suicide«»Girl from Mozambique«»I Am A River«»I am not complaining«»I love Poetry«»I won't stop writing«»Loveless Day«»Magic carpet of dreams«»Temptation«»Unfinished Story«»Were the world mine to change«»You Find Me«»Come and make it rain«
You give 'nuff rain to my Rose
Never letting wither
Petals ever lush
Underside your strokes
Fervour rises off temperate surface
With my leaflet falling open-faced
In favour of your pulse -
Rigid beatings of a tongue's tick
I could be a puppet
Your licks, the strings
Upward judders
My spasms exotic
My spine concedes
If you bend a finger
And start to beckon
I'll come running
So you can let it rain
I'll come running
Floods [a]pouring
Gates [a]bust
Heavenly spills of nectar
So you can let it rain
I'm beaming at the sun
My colour strong and purple
How do they say "deflowered",
When I am full [a]bloom?
Petals ever lush
Underside your strokes
Come and make it rain again!
Never letting wither
Petals ever lush
Underside your strokes
Fervour rises off temperate surface
With my leaflet falling open-faced
In favour of your pulse -
Rigid beatings of a tongue's tick
I could be a puppet
Your licks, the strings
Upward judders
My spasms exotic
My spine concedes
If you bend a finger
And start to beckon
I'll come running
So you can let it rain
I'll come running
Floods [a]pouring
Gates [a]bust
Heavenly spills of nectar
So you can let it rain
I'm beaming at the sun
My colour strong and purple
How do they say "deflowered",
When I am full [a]bloom?
Petals ever lush
Underside your strokes
Come and make it rain again!
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