Poetic Creativity

Sometimes I think dust and write rain
When my mind gets blank and blunt
Brains giving birth to nothing poetic
My mind conceiving nothing hip or hop
Or jazz or reggae or country or gospel
I scream and fumed for desperation.

This is what I write when I am less creative
So less inspired and tune lost
Inspiration needs ventilation
Creativity needs situation
I also get tempted to say
Reality it's a shadow.

Country of bold rainbows
Today it's all we can see
Tomorrow might be a day lost
Next year might be a wasted days
This work should have been a script
If not a melody-play
Maybe I am loosing sense
May I narrate you of Tom Sawyer?

by Nndanduleni Nelson Nemaranzhe

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