Yesterday I was out with my husband and one of our habitual visits is the bookshop in our town. We like to browse the shelves looking for something new to tempt us.
I enjoy reading and writing poetry so I migrated to that section of the shop. Flicking through a book I found, and loved, the poem below.
I understand that you probably can’t read it based on this picture, so here’s the necessary info:
It’s a poem by Togara Muzanenhamo. Based purely on the name I thought he was Japanese. He is however, in a strange moment of synchronicity, from Zimbabwe. (Haiku for Eska).
I found the words so evocative that I had to take this snap so that I could remember the writer’s name. I’m looking forward to reading more of his work.
So that you can share it here’s a link to an online copy of this poem: http://www.poetrymagazines.org.uk/magazine/record.asp?id=23440
Enjoy!
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