The collected musings of Mmutle Arthur Kgokong, 2009-2018
From first sip of your cup; to quench the far away ending of a quest to look yonder for another love; its befitting to gesture that it was dreamy cool.
Oh Seluj; you whose eyes sang of hope and resilience for the dreams that swelled in your delicate bosom, yet in your fragility you gesticulated that even the fragile can dream.
For a while there I came three sixty five complete. In your breath. In your acknowledgement of my soul Seluj ‘oH.
I swung flung the doors of my front door open for you
Invited you through the corridors of my most precious memories
Led you to swirl on my glaringly white linen and wove stories for you
Forged through my powers of imagination with a dash of realism
But yet when fortune favored you in turn you briskly flung swung shut your doors on my face.
Funny wasn’t that a hint of friendship that I saw at the corner of your eye? Some acceptance?
For some of us it is excruciating to be cruel to others
We explode in love in the midst of what we think is friendship
We know not foe from friend
It’s a course
It’s a blessing
It’s a gravel road that lead to contentment to lent a friend a hand
And eye to pour out
And a thought to prop them up against the strong currents of life’s cruelties
We find pleasure in that
But when our being finally accept that the road has ended
We fondly look elsewhere for the journey of compassion
And the outlet of unpretentious caring
For to care for a barren land that resist all efforts for fertility beyond tilting
It is like waiting for one’s very own last breath.
31 October
© Mmutle Arthur Kgokong 2016
the grey sky was as grey grey as a sage’ beard’s mind
whose time fashioned garnished thoughts
like bleached contemplation in the fathoming forests of
grey matter grey brainscape
in harness for one pointedness.
toggle-togy-goggle
rolled the wheels of the iron python.
‘looked at her face
And i was confronted by engraved tributaries
Spidying in trickles trinkets in a thousand cracks impressions
Hair bleached
By the wink and dosing suns
That peer, skip and dunked away during her lifetime
Silvered not by artificial means, nay-nay
But a grey of knowledge
Her magnetic eyes
Washed out as if by thousands and thousandth of life’s film reels
Year in year out as her moon galloped onwards
Her faded fiery orbs giving in to complain as they hold the world with a soft gaze
Dazed and weaned of their potency at everything life has strewn before them in a swoosh stew
Ears sagged
Like heavy puffy bags that held over the years all and all of all noises, sayings, stories
Fabled sagged and suckled
And the potency of listening itself
An art that a few master in their circle of life
Movement obscured by retardation of all miles walked
All grounds conveyed beneath
Her scuffles
Sole screech
Pause
A look here, a look there. Aloft. Brittle.
But cherished as a prime leaf in free fall;
Standing on an extra leg
Squeaky woodenly leg
Indexing the unreliable heavens
And as you’re young ‘ones sway in the harsh wind slap blow
Reckon that time claims everything
Somber warm tears shimmer
Meshed with selfish gladness and burrowing marrow sorrow
Oh dear, we’re sated in every seconds of your sagefull breath taken with us
And in your spring we’re quelled quenched, nkokoa’rona.
21 September
© Mmutle Arthur Kgokong 2014
