Hand Drawn Portrait of Nelson Mandela
by Norhashimah Erpelding
Sleeping, seeking a gauzy center
sensitive and serene
for unseeing eyes shut under lids.
Drowsing, disappearing into denseness
after long days that became
decades of holding to the dream.
Dreaming, entering darkness delayed
by undetermined dawn
somehow determined by destiny.
Passing, pausing no longer here
in prisons or parades, trading
his peoples' praise for Peace.
Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.
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12 comments:
it is a sad day for his services will be missed---what he did for his people---but a well deserved rest might finally be here as well
nice allit that pulls this right along lydia
Thank you for this poem. As a South African, it resonates so deeply with what I have been feeling this whole week. It heartens me to read your words written with compassion for an old man who is passing, while acknowledging his contribution to the world.
Especially love the last verse!
Prisons and parades- whew- thanks.
Lydia Dear...
Very heartfelt and compassionate bit of writing.
What a Great, Brave Man!!
Loved your Time to Pass 55
Thanks for playing, thanks for your great support, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
A beautiful tribute to one of the greats .. I also love the sketch of Mr. Mandela.
After so many years of service - Peace. This is a very compassionate point of view in your piece.
A rest most well-deserved.
Magnificent!
Lovely tribute to a great man.
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Thank you everyone for you comments. I sure am behind in replying and in visiting. Please forgive. And Happy 4th to those of you in the U.S.. :)
Beautifully said, my friend. He's a good man and a great one in a world that has too few to lose.
Delightful poem. From sleeping and drowsing, to dreaming, to Peace. All thoughtfully interconnected.
Great thoughts for a great man.
Blessings and Bear hugs!
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