WHERE MY ROSE WAS

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I set searching
The depth of forest hill
In bracken and thorn bushes
Bruises and wounds
Heat brought thirst
Sweat brought hunger
Cold brought cough
Wounds brought pain
Alone in the deep maze
Searching my love
Searching where my rose was
The lilies saw me
In the morning blue sky
As dew taps the earth
Dropping from fresh leaf
Though I wasn’t searching
Them, I praised their beauty
And went on searching
Where my rose was

The birds and squirrels
heard my footsteps

Startled, they took of
heading to their own search
Fresh berries for the poor
Squirrel, holding a branch
for a reach
Good luck for him I hoped
and carried on searching
where my rose was

A good catch of a worm
for the little fledgling to fly
Dove, still with the nest smell
but wakes earlier
grow well and strong, I wished
and went on searching
where my rose was

The stream sloshes along the bank
as the rock erodes away to sandy

I heard and saw

Reeds shivered like soldiers
trembling against volcano eruption

And witnessed

The colour of clouds yawning slowly
the mountain mist drifting, a phantom
rising to swallow the whole earth

Searching where my rose was
I weathered all that’s fair and not
patiently with a gentle heart beat
and hopeful determination
searching and searching
where my rose was

Where my rose was, was a cave
there she was, beside a fall’s basin
where the water poured gently from
a rock crack

I saw her sweet petals bloom
her long yellow filaments beauty
her sepal cupping her around
and I loved her more than more
plucked her with her wet roots
and favourite soil and planted her
where my heart was, was where
My rose was

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About Ephraim-Leo Chaparadza

A Zimbabwean who've fled from his country due the perils it was facing, the basic reason that first came in my mind when i've decided to fled was the condition of my two loved ones, sister and ageing grandmother, i wanted the best for them and to seek the means to expose my talent. Believe me, i've got worlds to share, i know life to a great sophisticated standard, though my english is not quite accurate, with the help of all on this site i'm positively sure i'll pull up. My father was a builder in the Rural areas of Murehwa in Zim, he passed away when i was five and that's how i got seperated from my mother when she returned to her first husband. And i was left in the hands of my aunt, she was a loving and one of the good role model of my life, she followed my father when i was eleven, and i was left in the hands of her children.I had to be passed from family to another and life wasn't quite good at all, i find it very hard to make peace with myself. For more about mylife, i'm on progress of my autobiography titled (The other border jumper). I've came to SA three times through risk means (under the spare wheels of trucks) due my conditon of not having anything to buy me a visa, this is the only choice i had. The third time is this, i've never been home after i've lost my grandma, work being a problem in Pretoria i've decided to come to Cape Town, with an aim to find a ship and sail away, but that wasn't God's plan. In the street i joined a Church (Christ Embassy) it was of great inspiration than any church i've attended before. A friend i met in this Church refered me to a project called Mylife (http://www.mylife.org.za/ ) The main task of the project is this, it empowers youth and children, especially from the street, role modelling and equiping them to be the caregivers of the future. This is where i'm staying now, where i've learned to use computers, and a lot more other things and i'm grateful.

Posted on June 5, 2009, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. a lovely poem it touched my heart

  2. Nice work Ephraim. I like it.
    Write more. Show me some new stuff!!!

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