By the Lake
By the lake, as the sun is rising,
waves crash and bash the shore.
it’s a deep moan of the lake.
dark clouds race from the lake
towards the land. A kingfisher soars up.
I ponder the empty dreams
of my brother, his shames and faults.
A fisherman whistles a lamentable note.
the whistle echoes and re-echoes.
I sigh and sigh and sigh.
By the lake, as the sun is rising,
waves crash and bash the shore.
it’s a deep moan of the lake.
dark clouds race from the lake
towards the land. A kingfisher soars up.
I ponder the empty dreams
of my brother, his shames and faults.
A fisherman whistles a lamentable note.
the whistle echoes and re-echoes.
I sigh and sigh and sigh.
Ndongolera C. Mwangupili works as a Senior Inspector of Schools in Malawi. He
has vast experience as a teacher of English and Bible Knowledge. Many of his
short stories, poems and essays have been published in the Malawi News
and Weekend Nation. His stories are anthologized in Modern Stories
from Malawi and The Bachelor of Chikanda and Other Stories. His poem
“The Genesis” was anthologized in The Time Traveller of Maravi: New Poetry
from Malawi. His other poem “Letters to a Comrade” is published online in
India on www.openroadreview.in.
He believes that there is a thin line between fiction and reality. All that
people write is a re-creation of what is already known to the writer and exists
not only in the mind of the writer but also outside the writer, therefore,
fiction is actually facts written as if they are not facts. He is married to
Angella, and they have two daughters Mary Magdalena and Princess Cleopatra.
full of torment
ReplyDeletenot sure about the kingfisher? full of ditraction though. best wishes Ralph.
ReplyDeleteNdongolera, thank you for this delightful poem. I enjoyed it. Continued blessings!
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