BURNT BREAD – NO EXCUSES This morning I wake up to skies that are close to menopausal moods (I know), and I feel like homemade bread would cheer me up. The arm-work of kneading and the aroma would do me good. I also love to watch the yeast brewing. I choose to make some quick…
TRANSITION partially hereshedding off bits of mechip after chip and layer on layer my little ones with their littleimmortalizing my temporal being pegged where I walkedsilent monumentsof my sojourning ultimate blossomingof the capsule I once was (Kukunda)
Perched On my heart you perchedLeaving patches of hurtFor when you flew you drewA line so fineBetween real and mean. -Kukunda-
On my heart you perchedLeaving patches of hurtFor when you flew you drewA line so fineBetween real and mean.
WORDS provoked, evoking and invokingwe spin and craftout of our depthsdancing, our singing heartscome alivethe essence of our beingwelling to overflowin ecstasy or flightin bitter-sweetharsh or hushed tonesunmuffled or silent noisesbearing unfathomableexperiencesshared or in solitudeon this marvellous journeyand beyondwhere only souls travelunbound by spanand unconstrainedclothed in immortalitywe breathe poetry ©2016 Alexandra Kukunda
Forced and abrupt was the weaningWe thirsted we hungeredEach a forlorn sojourner… and thenBehold an oasisWe lap to fill and feelThe disconnect was realAnd it’s toll makes us reel What’s for granted or our rightAre not questions to ask (Ugandans experienced a 6-day internet shutdown during election period. Today, it was reinstated.) © Alexandra Kukunda
You hold me captive your lazy outflow from Nalubaale soothing my overwrought city nerves I tarry a while and drink instunned into awe and silence gentle breeze caressing my skin musty, fetid and fishy-tainted air making interesting interface with freshness floral scent from the wild fills the airteasing my nose the untainted lush green hems in your watersyour waves shimmering at…
ENCHANTED BY THE NILE You hold me captive your lazy outflow from Nalubaale soothing my overwrought city nerves I tarry a while and drink in stunned into awe and silence gentle breeze caressing my skin musty, fetid and fishy-tainted air making interesting interface with freshness floral scent from the wild fills the air teasing my nose the untainted lush green…
my heart shall not be bound but to another and on my neck the locket memories dear and precious that bind us diamond-strong I shall walk to you daring every squad invisible to every human eye defying the curfew over sleeping villages and empty streets look through your window into that moonlit sky see I…
I AM NOT A DRUM (Alexandra Kukunda) My African man Lover of the drumbeat Go buy yourself a drum It’s made to be beaten But even it, with rhythm Let’s beat that drum Together you and I You, raising your cowardly hand Violating my rights I, wailing, screaming, running The silence The lies How long…
those who tether the body can tether neither mind nor soul how I love to roam and navigate where nobody could ever pry though they try there, I am in charge ©Alexandra Kukunda 2019
‘Once upon a time’ changed the course of my life. ©Alexandra Kukunda
As I lay in your arms tonight the pod of the woman you held cracked open and I crawled out the distance now real I look at you in your arms still just an empty shell for I have found me ©Alexandra Kukunda
When I cried your shoulder was not enough not your hefty hairy chest or sturdy arms could soothe my ache When I cried I wanted to disappear lose myself and drown my pain uncertainty and fears to melt and in my fluid state flow until I was evaporated in the heat of our passion.
Bleeding hands and bleeding heart in vain attempt to scale the jagged fence you built you left I cried I pined my captive heart hostage to an unwilling absent captor you never did leave you linger and haunt and I bound, restless and lost trying to break loose
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