"wow once I started reading I could not stop. says much from a lot of peoples thoughts."
"no poem is ever perfect is it, riveting stuff... so many can relate, yet so few dare write it. where will we meet Mr Death, or shall we escape through the rapture?"
"Feed your voracious appetite
Death is the great equalizer with an infinite appetite for all the creatures."
"i envy you.you potray such a beautiful style,i can very much relate to it but u just composed it better"
"Thank you, Tshokologo. I'm humbled and I know exactly what you mean and exactly where. I guess at the time I thought I'd get away with it :) I've since learnt the importance of patience and rework... your crit will go a long way.. :) I will rework it one day and I hope you'll get to see and appreciate it.. Mcwah!"
"Different topic:Great work"
"Gal you rock you know how to put your words together you really inspire me keep up the good work"
"Solid sister, solid! Your insight on some of the lines of thought are a bit suspicious, but as a work this is too tite."
"you made me jealous,at the same time made me proud as a poem writer.The governance of your poem sends the expressed ideas in my head..Like nostalgia"
"Nice one!! Its only poets that can write addressing death. We lesser mortals fear even the name of death."
"Sista, how do you come up with all these words. You rock!!!"
"i never took death in the words thtat you put it in.nice poem girl"
"wow! nice peace.."
"u remind me of that mad journey...beautiful work"
"I now know, that the art of poetry lies in the way you connect words together ,they then result to this melodic piece of work, beautiful my sister indeed."
"I like the way you put words together"
"I am trying to piece together this puzzle of non-explicit words. The writing itself is very original and beautifully written. I somehow still find this art work puzzling. Nice work Marcia."
"Marcia, highly gripping...almost scary yet its reality is eminent and non-fictional."
"The rhytm and style of Dear Marcia is way beyond imagination"
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Find no solace in suicide / What bleeds within / Is not healed by flesh wounded / / Take no comfort in the grave / It's walls do not confine the soul; / Defending it / From the eyes of mockers / When grace and pride are fallen / / For the soul is naked / To immortal eyes of the spirit / When time is not sign in to read more »
To all the men and women of Africa who came to the City of Gold, Johannesburg to find the gold was long gone. / / She breaks snug locked kinky knots / Comb rips through taut curls / Strands' strength stretched vulnerable / And they blow unsure in the Hillbrow wind / No amount of flinching on my part sign in to read more »
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 sign in to read more »