2 Poems by Ndaba Sibanda
But you treat me like a collapsible chair! A chair you slump onto when there's no softer one.
February 12, 2022
I want to be the dialogue in your heart,
The voice which you will hear
And be healed or… be high
Even if you are low or slow
I want that voice to deepen
Our understanding of the melody
Of life and love, the serenading
Of thoughts, feelings and emotions
I want to be your favorite part,
The amount which no amount
Of money or wealth can buy—
The part that is in your heart
I want to be the right punctuation--
Your punctuation, not infatuation
Whose bud blooms in my imagination
I want be the wise words of destination
I want you not only to teach me
What to say but how to say them
For your loving words are framed
In quotation marks and capital letters
Stha`s Chosen Dilemma
Stha says you expect me to be your lover
And keep you company, keep you happy.
But you treat me like a collapsible chair!
A chair you slump onto when there`s no softer one.
I want you to hold me in public every time –
not just when you’re tired of her
or when she’s not around
and you tiptoe to me.
Like a camp chair, you collapse me into everything:
cousin, neighbor, school mate, study mate, even spiritual sister –
depending on who we bump and where.
But when I tell other people we are chameleons,
they have no sympathy for me;
they don`t see why I cannot keep you out my life.
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 Collections and Poetry Pharmacy.