by Ndaba Sibanda
her stories buried under an edgy chest, they rioted, rumbled, seeking to reach a crest inside her silences, her moments of aloneness an interplay between her calms and their rowdiness though untold, they told and retold their sorry stories of moments in time loved, lost into an ocean of memories she feared telling her best friend or her aunt that each time he passed by or she caught sight of his photo, it was a crime she couldn’t find ample pluck to articulate, act on and bare her unheard words housed in hurt and too chocking to share that on boundless nights she turned and twisted on her bed the scars of loneness and longing lingering, heavy, hot and red she turned to her pillow for comfort but it was tough and tight she wasted ages navigating a past that failed to make her right
Poet biography:
Nominated for the Pushcart Prize and for Best of the Net, Sibanda is the author of Notes, Themes, Things And Other Things, The Gushungo Way, Sleeping Rivers, Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing, Football of Fools, Cutting-edge Cache, Of the Saliva and the Tongue, When Inspiration Sings In Silence, The Way Forward, The Ndaba Jamela and Collectionsand Poetry Pharmacy .
https://www.pagespineficshowcase.com/ndaba-sibanda.html.
https://ndabasibanda.wordpress.com/2017/03/26/first-blog-post/
http://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2020/03/ndaba-sibanda.html
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