THE POET’S HAVEN – ‘Gold Leak’ by Dylan Muringani

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THE gifted poet Dylan Muringani, who fancies the name Munhu-me, has returned with another piquant poem; and to him, poetry remains the safest avenue to convey that which is otherwise left unspoken.

For him, words are a powerful means to give life to feelings bottled inside. Poems to him are what makes life worth exploring, right to its unknown depths.

He chooses his words carefully, and narrates them eloquently. He gives meaning to emotions that go unnamed for long periods. He knows how to make sense with his pen. His poetry makes for delightful and insightful reading.

And below is his poem. An incisive poetic pilgrimage:

GOLD LEAK

Dylan Muringani

We cannot cry over spilled milk; nor can we cry over dried flowers.

But all that once made our existence joyful has somehow vanished into thin air.

We cannot write to the dead, for they read not. But we can take a moment to appreciate their good deeds.

So, I dedicate this to '263', a golden soul. He stained all my canvases with vibrant paint.

In his absence, I appreciate him even more. Now, in memory, I commemorate thee.

We are allowed to cry over spilled gold. We are allowed to revisit the joy we shared and shed a tear.

A thought of him in my mind is a delicate gold leak. As confusing as it is, I cherish reminiscing our few moments together.

Even though they immerse me in the dark waters of both smiles and tears. Every rainfall feels like a gold leak of your genuineness. The warmth of sunlight is a firm handshake from you.

I know I shouldn't cry over spilled milk, but you were golden. Allow my tears to flood this page, for your absence has left a void that cannot be contained.

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