THE GREEN OF WORDS
By Lebo Mashile
I hear the sound of my mind
In darkness peppered with oceanic rumbles
Deeper than history
Lighter than air
An awakened mind is the thief of my sleep
I yawns,
Shake off the dust of “slam poetry” expectations
Shake off the dust of “slam poetry” expectations
And relive the green of words
Where the world is no obstacle to my desire
Where the world is no obstacle to my desire
The bold quiet honours me as midwife to poetry
Unpretentious
Unrelenting
Unexpected
Interpretations of the sliced days
That pass through this body
The dangerous safety of lined paper beckons
I hear myself respond
Seduced by the storyteller
I am inspiration