Blue Sunday-Poem by Victor Mavedzenge
Painting by Zimbabwean artist Victor Mavedzenge aka Alladream74
Blue Sunday
There are words never forgotten
Suicide and aliens, slashed wrists and a boring name
Bar-b-cued tales of a love forever lost
I am a grave yet born to much celebration
Dusk and Dawn bear darkness in common silence
I wonder why violence is the key
Lost within myself
Knocking on my own door, my key dead of turning
Unleashing a pessimistic rage
Yet, with a sigh of hope, bid this day goodnight
Barren innocence, lays delicate marks on my conscience
As I watch the decay of yesterday seep into tomorrows fragile mind
Let floats betray the fisherman, and never bop to report the catch
I stand in silence-as stripped innocence stretches out a shaky humble hand
I stand in silence
Hopes and dreams, approach in ballistic rage
I wake to the same slow reality
The story gets monotonous, so, please, turn the page
He I stand in charismatic penmanship-dog biscuit in my mouth
Out, out on the far stretched beaches-there lies love
Only recollected in the corner of a mind
In a far away, landlocked island
When the sandman leaves, there will be dreams to tell.
The morning dew dissipates
I stand in silence
As innocence’ shaky humble hand stretches out
Victor Mavedzenge 2001
Blue Sunday speaks of hopes and dreams lost. Lost to the economic and political struggles. As much as one would like to help, sometimes it all adds up to hopes and dreams. Injustice before our eyes but we are too meek, too afraid, too weak to help our fellows. Such is the “Human condition” . View Victor Mavedzenge's artwork here