Poems Rethabile Likes

A Poem for the Innocents by Geoffrey Philp | Poems Rethabile Likes A Poem for the Innocents by Geoffrey Philp A killing moon peeks through leaves of trumpet trees in full bloom for Lent, their barks crisscrossed by wild strokes of a machete when my son tried to help me weed our garden, overrun with dandelions, branches, leaves, a bounty of seed and thorns, side by side, under clusters of suns bursting through the branches. Shadows flicker across the wall upstairs, over Buzz Lightyear's grin, Mr. Potato Head's sigh, and under a map dotted with cities that fill his dreams. What promise...

Dandelions by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper | Poems Rethabile Likes Dandelions by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Welcome children of the Spring, In your garbs of green and gold, Lifting up your sun-crowned heads On the verdant plain and wold. As a bright and joyous troop From the breast of earth ye came Fair and lovely are your cheeks, With sun-kisses all aflame. In the dusty streets and lanes, Where the lowly children play, There as gentle friends ye smile, Making brighter life's highway. Dewdrops and the morning sun, Weave your garments fair and bright, And we welcome ...

My Mother Says She Sees Him by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes My Mother Says She Sees Him by Rethabile Masilo She said… I see him outside in that area beyond the house. It must have been the yellow in her eyes. She has had time since he left to scrub them into clear marbles, and allow saltwater to rinse them, but the yellow has stayed, like rust on an abandoned freshwater pipe. When we were young, she would see into our childish dreams with them, in the unforgiving dark. He stands there bent at the waist, refusing to crack or to break, and she describes his teeth, clenched like a beast holds...