the fragrance of your thoughts
I stop by and marvel, your talents,
Like tributaries, flow eternally
A vast sight, picturesque
As I press Enter and see your blogs
come to life, a certain child-like
anticipation
Sweeps my soul, my toes tick, my eyes
dazzle
My mind leaps with joy!
My world is lit!
Then as I read your blogs
A certain string of my heart is
strummed
As if a telepathic message
is relayed
I read on,
all sweaty, all expectant
I read the rhyme, I savour the
limerick
I adore the haiku, wait, what an
imagery!
Lovely, isn’t it, that
a poem as far as Kwa-Zulu Natal
Should make me burst into laughter
Somewhere in the woods of Kenya?
I only wonder how my ancestors
Would be utterly surprised
When I tell them,
“See this poem here?
The one who has written it
Is in Obamaland”
C) Lorot Salem 2011
