The Visiting Writer
Someone knocked on my door, I went to see
And found an important visitor "Thembinkosi "
Who was coming to collaborate with me.
In the right hand of the visiting writer
Was some typed manuscripts.
I used to see him in the local library reading
books but I did not know if he was a writer too.
I quickly looked at his work while he was taking
Some cappuchino on the banch under the big
Tree in the yard. One of his poems and short
Stories called , " My First Love " got my attention.
Later on , I told him to recite it for me, he said loudly ,"
I asked him for a flower , he gave me the garden,
I asked him for a tree, he gave me the forest
The only one , my first and my last indeed.
I asked him for the river , he gave me an ocean,
I remain rooted , trapped in his command ,
The only one , my first and my last indeed."
Some neighbours students of one local college
heard the visiting writer reciting poem and came
to join us on the table under the big tree.
I and those ladies were over the
moon after hearing the recited poem.
Later on, we agreed about doing a collective
book and separated.
Few months later we published a book of
short stories and poems.
All of us were happy to finalise that
excellent collection.
April 14 2023
Wtitten for poetry contest
sponsoredby Julia Ward
Thembinkosi: Zulu name which
means Trust the Lord
The name of the visiting writer
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